[There's plenty of space, on the sturdy back bumper and covered bed of the truck Sephiroth found himself saddled with. Maybe not the most comfortable, but it's clean, and any possessive impulses are immediately and strongly squashed. Denying someone somewhere to even just sit, when they'd obviously been in terrible shape so recently, was pointlessly cruel.]

A.. compulsion?

[But not a bad one, it seems. Such a thing was useful, wasn't it? Better to want to heal than want to kill. The colors are watched, the strange way they shift depending on the lighting and angle.

His urges, the strange flashes of impulse, were not so beneficial.]

My only injuries are from the thorns, and are minor at best. But if it will help with these.. unwelcome changes for you..