He'd lost a teammate in battle the week before, which would have been worse if it hadn't been the oldest, and thus most rebellious, of the members of his team. Someone who refused to listen to their commander, no matter the age, deserved what they got when they went about doing it the way that man had.

Sephiroth was not sorry to see him go. Still, when he came to the meeting area, slightly early, and there was someone already there? He wasn't sure if he was being mocked. One feline eye skimmed over highly familiar silver hair, something he thought more unique given the pale white most clans had, then shook it off.

It didn't matter. Instead, he should be more interested that the boy looked about his age. Perhaps this one wouldn't think himself too good to listen. "How early were you?"