He hissed in pain at the bruising force of Sephiroth's grip but tried to tear free anyway, snarling in his face, absolutely livid.

"I don't give a fuck who or what you are. You have no right to judge that. And I fucking hate how you keep insisting you're oh-so-considerate and I'm simply not paying attention. Well, fuck you."

He spat at Sephiroth's face, lips curled in a grimace of anger and disdain.

"Fuck you, Sephiroth. Keep living that illusion. And I'm just going to keep fighting you no matter what you think."