Rufus is quiet as he listens intently. He wanted Sephiroth to suffer just as much as he had from Geostigma. He wanted him to feel the fear he had felt as he felt the disease eat him away from the inside out. He indulges himself to a few moments to picture Tseng carving away bits of Sephiroth, cutting away pieces of him methodically.

He didn't think that was enough but he's sure there will be another chance in the future. Next time he wants to be the one holding the knife if he can. He appreciates that Tseng is honest even though he's still sparing what he's sure are the gruesome details. But he decides to drop it for now since he doesn't think he's going to get much else out of Tseng tonight.

"I'm cold," he suddenly decides, pulling himself up and out of the water. He holds out a hand for Tseng to take as he steps out of the bath carefully. "We'll talk about Sephiroth in detail later. While I trust you to carry out what needs to be done, I'm going to be involved even though it won't be in the field."