Hearing the cover to his home moved, Sephirot was prepared to face whatever came down the hole. He had charged both of his hands with electricity, and when he saw a person drop into his home, he tightened his fist. Who was this thinking they could just stride into his home, his sacred place, and do what they pleased. When the stranger turned off the tv, Sephirot powered his entire home as his anger increased. Lightning was starting to arc off the floor and between his fists.<br/><br/>"Who do you think you are, intruding in MY home? Because of you VIKKI will be able to find us, as I doubt you covered the hole back up as you came down here. Perhaps you should have thought of that before barging in here. Now, why should I even join you? You break into my home expecting me to do what, rebel? I was living a peaceful life completely off the grid, with no way of being tracked by VIKKI."<br/><br/>Sephirot was becoming even angrier at the stranger, because the man thought he could just waltz in and recruit him to something he may not have even wanted to get involved with. After all, he was able to live a quiet life prior to this man entering his home. The bolts of lightning were beginning to arc off of his own skin now, and in greater frequency than before. He would give the man just time enough to answer, and if it was not to his liking, would blast his soon to be corpse out of his home.