Ami had stopped moving after Masanori had ceased speaking, her face set into a thoughtful, slightly confused expression. That sort of threat... it seemed like too much effort, too personalized, to come from somebody who only liked to jerk her around. It was mildly surprising that Sephiroth would choose to intervene to this extent—but, hadn't she given Adela a few nudges, when they failed to understand one another in the past?

Perhaps he was returning the favor, so to speak.

"Perhaps you are correct," she allowed, after another moment of churning, uncertain thought. "Though I don't know if beating him to that extent would have been accepted by Uchiha-sensei, even if it did improve our bond." She tugged at her sleeves, a small, self-conscious motion. "I... don't understand how, but you may be right."