"You would die for a task you have been assigned?" Sephiroth raised a pale eyebrow, regarding Alana silently for many moments. "Brave, for a woman." He ever so slowly lowered his blade, letting the tip graze the ground beside him. The tall elf raised his head a bit, narrowing his eyes. "What is your purpose here?" he asked, letting his gaze meet hers steadily. For a moment, Sephiroth pushed aside his urge to kill; his thirst for blood. For now, he merely asked what the humans wanted.