With no immediate leads for location and painfully aware the answer might be on a planet he lacks access to, Sephiroth carefully puts the photo back and closes the locket again with a faint metallic click. Losing it again must not happen. Who knows if another friendly shark would come along to return it. "Most people laugh." The embarrassment it caused was worth the risk most times, but his search was going nowhere, for a long time. "I know it's.. unlikely I'll just stumble upon someone who knows. Especially now."

It didn't hurt to keep trying. He settles back again, the bit of jewelry tucked away; when he speaks again that spark of naive hope is firmly muzzled into nothingness. "...That sounds dangerous."

A fugitive, going home? Predictable, and possibly lethal for those waiting at home. "I'm surprised troopers weren't waiting for you."