[Sephiroth nods. She has no condolences to offer, because to her such words seem meaningless.] My mother is dead as well. She died when I was born. [She says this without any discernible emotion. It was made abundantly clear to her that her birth was the cause of her mother's death, but if she was supposed to feel responsible, she does not. Complications during childbirth are not uncommon.]

You are fortunate. I have never seen my mother's face. I know only that her name was Jenova. [And of what importance are names?]