"It's doubtful that he would have returned to your...Lifestream in any case," Kuja remarks. "I assume that's how they refer to the cycle of souls in your world? But the games of the gods don't operate by the logic of any of our worlds. When we fall serving them, we are merely resurrected in their next cycle of conflict to serve them again. There was no peace in death for us...and Sephiroth would have known as much. Which makes his gesture all the more incomprehensible. There was no escape for him in it, if indeed escape he sought. But if not escape, then what purpose did it serve him? And even if he hoped that, perhaps, Chaos would look so unfavorably upon his refusal to continue serving that he would cast Sephiroth back to his own world, having no further use for him...to return to being trapped in torment between life and death hardly seems a more appealing prospect than an endless cycle of battle."

Kuja shakes his head. "And to think that he always presented himself as so arrogant, so intimidating...but it seems he was doomed between one piteous existence and another. To be a puppet of the gods, or caught in a purgatory where both life and death have no meaning..." He snorts. "And to think he believed himself better than me."