"Hm." Angeal didn't offer any words to recant or refute anything that was said. He knew that Sephiroth was right to seek the truth. It was only a matter of time before they would see it.

As the play continued on, Angeal had long lost interest in the story. It seemed far too familiar and something he had already lived through. "I hope for the best. For, all of us, at least."

It wasn't easy accepting the fact that he had been trapped here as well, but Angeal was willing to try to at least understand this world. If it was truly a dream, it was a very elaborate one. But then...he realized that his wings weren't there. It was strange and he concentrated with his head lowered to try to summon them. Nothing happened.

"Sephiroth? If you do find out the truth, you will be sure to inform me, won't you?" Angeal asked softly. "I'll do what I can on my end as well."