It seemed there was no end to the extent to which his livid imagination could conjure all manners of deluded apparitions to be aptly delivered in front of him. Sephiroth cast an overdue, long and careful glance over what Genesis was wearing. Some odd sort of robe that was without the customary hat of the mage Jobs. In the end, his silvered head shook slowly, sternly in his attempt to gain something real to offset all this glaring fantasy.

"It's not so much of a surprise, to see you here." He started, plainly, yet unsure even which direction their conversation should lead. Would this be the end of his dream, now confronted with the one at the core of all his conscious and subconscious concerns? If that were the case, then Sephiroth very much wanted to get whatever needed to be said here over with.