Rukia listened. Her eyes had widened at the knowledge that the Calamity would move again, and her head snapped around to the south as if she might look at the crystal entity through the very walls of the temple. She grit her teeth, but held her peace. It couldn't be stopped, he'd said.

"Is there a way to slow its progress, or reverse it?" she asked, remaining on her knees with a fist pressed against the ground to show her deference. "We must issue warnings to those who stand oblivious in its path, to minimize casualties. How far will it go?"

From the sound of it, they would need to take action immediately. It was fortunate indeed that they had a warning at all to work with. She didn't like to think of how ugly the situation would be if no one was prepared, and an entire empire was swallowed whole.

She paused, her gaze moving to Sephiroth as he took his leave. He was angry, that much was clear. Perhaps she'd seek him out once their conference here was at an end.

"We thank you for the warning. This is more information than we've had the good fortune to learn in a long while. I would be pleased to return at a time of your convenience."