Ami flushed faintly. "No, that's..." Her fingers curled into the hem of his jacket loosely, as if to keep him from going too far or saying too much. "She just... thinks differently from us. She needed more help understanding than you did." She gave Masanori and assessing look, as if weighing his dangling form against the scenario Sephiroth painted for them.

"That's unfeasible for several reasons," she said at length. "Most of which I think involve inter-village politics you don't need to know about." Also, she didn't think she wanted to; hitting that threshold... it felt like throwing in the towel completely, and tossing out all her attempts to be a cordial, efficient cell member.

"Do you really have even a shred of regard for me?" She asked Masa, unconsciously tugging the jacket infant of her a little bit as she looked up with him, honest curiosity in her eyes. "You've given, from what I've experienced, almost every indication to the opposite."