[Sephiroth's shoulder is tense under the touch, but he's just tense in general. There's no real sign of his usual intense desire for personal space.]

I don't know what to do. [Sephiroth can't really remember ever admitting to that before. Even when he didn't know what to do in the past, he'd always had to give the impression that he did. But the idea of pretending infallibility when he just failed so badly is almost nauseating. And a part of him wants to let himself rely on Vincent and believe in his underlying message.]

I will.