The deep roll of Ganondorf's voice was unmistakable in it's own right, and even if he had known someone were lingering nearby, the abrupt stall in Sephiroth's reaction at least seemed the genuine article. Hot off the heels of an unusual train of thoughts within his own mind could catch any one unawares. His long fall of silver shifts some to the side as Sephiroth first slowly turns his head to look over the rounded top of his shoulder armor at Ganondorf, as if to verify before committing to turn his stance to face the larger Gerudo.

There had always been a sense between these two men, that each was something much more than they seemed and for that reason alone Sephiroth had made a point of keeping abreast of Ganondorf's comings and goings, for a long time. After all, it served his purpose not only as Hero of Light, but as Jenova's son also, should Ganondorf seek to compete against his own Destiny. Such a relationship had inevitably formed a type of unsteady alliance; at least as far as keeping an eye over the others' shoulder was concerned.

"Doubts, no. Concerns perhaps." It was a true statement at least, whichever role he adopted. Sephiroth's hand tightened around his black meteor-shaped crystal, keeping it in his palm for the time being rather than revealing where he might keep it upon his person.

"Only a fool would not harbor the same."