Battlefields have a habit of sweeping one away with them and on account of Sephiroth's exhaustion he quickly lost his bearings from where he had been helping near to the Coliseum. It was easy to focus on one thing -the next attack, the enemies next counter-attack, his follow etc- but if Sephiroth lost his focus from that the lethargy returned like a waterfall over him. So, he kept going. At least his coughing had recovered itself through his use of Lancet and potions when he had come across them, even if a dull ache settled throughout his whole body, within his battle-damaged and dusted-with-soot Dragoon-type armor. At least the helmet was still there, along the majority of his silver 'plume' that his hair scraped into.

But battle, certainly one such at this invasion, was not one he could easily shut his strategic mind from and it's a thought that struck him that brought him with all haste into the vicinity of the Presidential Palace. But X-ATM105 he had not been expecting.

It's spider-like shape was surrounded with an expected escort of Warriors, Mages and Gunners -the general rank-and-file of this invasion, Sephiroth had quickly learned- as they advanced on the building; he'd managed to approach from directly behind them. Sephiroth paused then, narrowing eyes at the arrangement to force his wearying mind to quickly conjure up a tactic.