Zack smirks faintly in response. All made, up, huh... how true those words are, more than Sephiroth probably knows. He'd been so annoyed that day years ago, when his accomplishments at Fort Tamblin had been dusted under a rug in favour of Shinra's made-up tales about Sephiroth ending the war practically single-handedly. Just a dumb kid expecting fairness, when the company had turned heroics into a commodity to sell. Ah, well. Not like being publicly acknowledged would have made his life go any better.

"You do have a choice now, yeah. Shinra isn't here to throw orders at you, there's no chain of command. You can do whatever you want." He leans his elbow on the arm of the couch, chin resting on his hand. "Have you ever thought about it before? What you could do, if you could decide for yourself?"