He had been one of the last to fall, out of those chosen to fight for King Moggle Mog, if that meant anything. Sephiroth had spent the months since keeping his thoughts as far from those events as possible; it was part of the reason he had enlisted to the military.

Even though he wanted to scowl though, Sephiroth did not. Keeping a nonchalant expression while he continued to keep a highly intuitive eye on the moogle on the other side of the bars.

"A theory. To do with the black crystals, I'll bet. And how they can be used to influence those of us who have been displaced here.

"So did you meet with her specifically? We know you were seen in certain other Heran company-"