In the future, Vincent would have learned that Deepground certainly seemed to be trying to replicate... certain facets of what went into him. But that would have been three years from now and he's... here.

"Mn." He acknowledges the statement with a nod. Both the information and Sephiroth's own preference to avoid Shinra's scientists. "That's... good." Can either of them say there truly was nothing? Of course not. But between the two time periods they must surely come from, nothing had been made public.

For a few moments, Vincent falls silent. For a while it's simply because he doesn't speak. But as the quiet stretches, he'll be caught watching Sephiroth.

"...How bad is it? The injuries." He tilts his head. "I don't see any burns."

He half expected them to be present. Even if he had some glimpses, he couldn't expect himself to remember all he did. Only blood had a tendency to remain in the air, on his hands and in his mouth.