All the dolls in the shooting gallery were nothing more than crude representations anyway. Who knew what bearing they had in truth at all. From a side on view of Sho's profile the similarity in nose shapes was one of the things already noted. Sho himself though, had a vastly different air around him when compared to his once friend. Cruder, more marred by the injustices of a life that Sephiroth had little comprehension about.

"You're right. Though the devil is in the details." He followed with a nod and glanced over how Sho slid his fingers over the guns laid out. Whatever he sensed in the others' comfort to do the same Sephiroth kept well to himself.