He doesn't get up to look at it, busying himself instead with the remains of cleaned wounds before setting the rest of the kit aside carefully. He's running out of other things to focus on, which left only ... this.

Sephiroth's good at masking his emotions. He looks astonishingly neutral given the circumstances when he reaches to take the bit of brown paper that may have once belonged to an ordinary brown lunch bag or something. Perfectly calm every day circumstances.

He is anything but. The turmoil beneath the even facade hadn't stopped, not since arriving here. Not since the first changes.

The creature Vincent has roughly sketched looked little like things he'd seen before, unlike Vincent's behemoth-like other form. If a levirkon were given a heavier neck, a dragon's muzzle and tail.. maybe. But that didn't explain the ears, or the mane. Chimeras were misbegotten things, pieces of creatures instead of a healthy unified whole.

Like the things in the desert. "Nothing human at all."