Sheena hadn't visited the Sage the last time, but after the vision and subsequent events after the beginning of the year... By Martel, she was going this time.

Stepping into the place, she froze, shocked. She didn't know what to expect, but this level of destruction wasn't it. But it sure got whoever's point it was across. For a moment, she stared at the image of Sephiroth, her brows crinkling before she shook her head. This wasn't the man she knew and didn't believe he'd ever be that man.

Hearing Cloud's words, she looked away from the image and nodded. "We were brought here for a reason, but every time we try to help, we're told we're wrong. Or that we don't know any better. Well, you know what? This whole thing has become a 'tradition', and this particular one has to stop--no matter how much people fear the changes that will have to occur to do so."

She knew it sounded simple-minded, but how else could it be looked at? Constant repetition of the same ceremonies, battles, then a reset...

With that said, she started to follow the Moogle, her steps determined as she took the stairs.