Aside from any lines that might indicate age passed the death delivered, when compared to the crazed mad man who had sought to take his great vengeance on the Planet, there was a certain lighter tone to Sephiroth's mannerisms and body language which might well lay the hint to Vincent that his sanity was still intact. Despite the various pulls and strains being put on it recently.

It was not without his customary air of aloofness, but of course, it wasn't as if Vincent had known him at all when he had been the legendary SOLDIER. The space between Sephiroth's eyebrows creased up a little as he thought towards the question posed. It was hardly the first question someone might ask a complete stranger, but nevertheless he'd give the benefit of the doubt for the time being. It didn't always go well, being so defensive from the outset.

"Coming up to a year soon, I should think." The passing of time wasn't something Sephiroth generally kept too much of a close eye on, given how busy he otherwise kept himself, but he was aware of all the same - the passing of the seasons being the benchmark he's going by here.

"Why do you ask?"