"I would be his were he cruel to me. I am a weapon, nothing more. A tool." This was the truth behind his existence. If Sephiroth chose to value him beyond that, then it was his good fortune.
Pet closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them again to look intently at Tseng.
"I told you. You will never understand. It doesn't matter. I'm his. I was made for him."