He can't really judge someone else for not being utterly mundane. He's never been like other people himself, no matter how much he'd wished otherwise. The metallic cast to his hair and anomalous pupils saw to that even if he didn't have the rest going on.

But another one of Hojo's playthings, likely - that resonated a little different.

There had been countless other experiments alongside his own. Usually they were disposed of. But if Vincent truly couldn't die, stopped aging...

Sephiroth leans back, bloody cotton ball in hand, thoughtful. Immortality would be a very tempting prize for the entire board; Vincent might be a more valuable specimen than he was. "Discarded, when the fountain of youth was finally found ... or created?"

He couldn't imagine the self-centered bastard that ran the company would let THAT pass by unremarked upon. "It's a wonder. You are something I could see the board being willing to sacrifice thousands to replicate."