It was a strange sense of apprehension, stuck somewhere between the desire to know more and a natural inclination to turn away, which drove Sephiroth up all thirty floors worth of those steps. He didn't raise his head, not once, to look at those who might be looking at or keeping themselves a little closer to him - out of silent support? Out of concern? It didn't matter. There might well be answers at the top of these stairs and he had no comment to make about the story of his doppelganger.

Each pace, every footfall strongly preceded the next even if, like many, he'd find himself a little out of breath by the time they got to the top. Warrior and Paladin Jobs aside, they're all only human.

Silently he entered the hall at the top, which seemed to be made up as some type of old study, just as the Sage spoke up to the individual behind him. Bright eyes immediately shot up and forwards to take in all they could of the person who had spoken to them. Again, it seemed most prudent to observe only, for the time being.