"That's supposing they haven't already tapped into your crystal." A raised voice rung out from not so terribly far away from this particular discussion. After a pause, steadying his nerve some, Sephiroth pushed up from the chair he'd been sat on and between one underarm crutch and the other furniture, made his way over - no quick transit given his left leg being solid in it's plaster cast, hidden beneath the loosest pair of joggers he had at home. Carefully looking around at those that were so eagerly to lay down their lives in a rescue attempt.

Bold, but his tactical mind couldn't quite be turned from how dire the odds were.

"-or the crystallized form of someone else from your world, in which case they will very much know everything there is to know about you. Even exactly what you may come to be in your future."