That.. is a sudden and very unexpected transition, and Sephiroth doesn't know the thoughts that turn wasteland to seaside paradise. It's jarring, even for him it's hard to hide his surprise, squinting briefly up at the sun and blue sky with a pained wince; full dark to full sun is not easy on anyone's eyes.

"Realistic experience sets realistic goals," he says, looking around more carefully. He still has Masamune, but there's .. nothing hostile here. Nothing feels like it should be a danger, somehow, and the sword disappears in a ripple of dark violet energy. Something's still off, but it isn't in a way that flags as immediately hostile to a lifetime of battlefield experience. "I don't need to believe I am capable of what I wish to do. I know I am, and knowledge is stronger. Where.. is this?"