[He listens and his heart...his heart accepts that it wasn't Sephiroth who was doing those things. It seems hard to accept at first, but it gets easier the longer they battle and conversate.

He'd do anything to see Aerith again, anything, but he knows Sephiroth didn't mean to harm her. He slashes the monster again, jumping out of the way of it's swipe as he slashes up and in, the monster groans but isn't dead, he tumbles forward, rolling between it's legs and coming out on top.] Hey, man. As you keep saying; it wasn't you. You can't hold yourself responsible for anything done under the influence of madness and corruption.

[he pauses a moment, slashing the monster again and then doing a back flip to get out of the way.] Part of me wants to hate you, wants to drive my sword into your bleeding heart and make sure you never live again but that's a very small part. I remember back then, you weren't the same guy, you weren't right in the head. Nothing seemed sane.

[He slashes again. Damn. Why won't this thing die?] You fought me like you didn't even know who I was. You weren't listening to reason, to sanity, nothing. You just... you just wanted to ruin everyone and everything. I doubt you were being yourself.