Whatever details he did now know that he hadn't before Sephiroth seemed in perfect control and had -for all appearances- managed to box them away mentally for the time being. It was like Vincent said, this was a completely different world. There was no need to allow them to weigh him down, there was more than enough to already be worrying about.

He couldn't help but smirk wider at Vincent's question. This time when the firearm was drawn it was entirely in a different context. Sephiroth's hand swept to his side and rested against the handle of the broadsword positioned there; it had been unfamiliar to him, too even if he'd been lucky enough to have been given the initial jobs which had enabled him to keep using Masamune.

"Steep enough." He followed with a nod. "It took a while, to adjust to the lack of strength I was accustomed to."