I suppose if there's one thing that'll be easier for a while, it's washing blood out of my hair.

[Both because he doesn't expect to be killing (as often?) here, and because what hair. A definite frown at that as he watches the fight to its conclusion.]

Why don't you? Rather have your bearings first?

[Sephiroth's gaze drifts over to the sign-ups. He really shouldn't be considering it again, but it would be nice to feel... in control. In his element. Like he still knows his body after whatever's been done to it.

He knows how to hold back, doesn't he?]