Sepiroth stands, staring at the blood that drips from his hand with a very strange smile on his lips. He lifts the hand to his mouth and quickly let's it fall to his side when Blake runs in. “it is not the mirror itself that I hate.” he says with a flat smile on his lips, his eyes focus for some moments on the shattered shards of glass. “I hate..” he pauses suddenly when he hears Gallin running towards the room.<br/><br/>Sepiroth's gaze trails over to Gallin and he sighs with a reasuring smile. “at ease, Gallin.. no one attacked me.” he pauses when Gallin's eyes move right to left. “don't worry about it, Gallin.” he adds softly as he kicks one of the glass shards to the side. “this is just a stratch, I have had much worse happen.” he says softly as he turns away from the two men and continues to gaze at the dripping blood.<br/><br/>“forgive my disruption of whatever it was the two of you were doing..” he adds quietly as he places his other hand on the wound. “what were you two doing anyway? Finally getting along or bickering like old women?” he asks with a faint smiles before he mutters in some strange language- a lyrical and ethereal language- and a faint glowing light surrounds his wound, he chuckles slightly as the wound heals itself up and leaves nothing more then a faint scar. He inspects his hand. “I suppose mother's blood line has it's uses.” he says to himself.