He had been one of those throughout the entire ordeal, when their numbers had begun to dwindle significantly, the stalwart warrior who appeared to so easily close himself off - put himself half a world away from all the grief yet still be stood within the same room. Many a shoulder offered for comfort yet never quite warm enough to permeate. There had been spats as well, in the past, where he'd been accused of not feeling - people said very harsh things and didn't mean it when they were overcome with grief themselves.

Of course, realistically it helped that Sephiroth was already so far elevated above humans that he didn't much connect with how emotions became overcome by inevitable loss, even if he himself were for the moment still trapped as the same. It wouldn't be for long.

Still, he'd spent long enough around those soldiers that had been boxing all their sorrow away for the greater good to learn how to pull it off that appearance perfectly.

"Don't worry," His eyes flared up green for a moment, sparked by apparent emotion, a color that wasn't very often seen in his dulled-out eyes anymore. Sometimes the mako returned, when he was utilizing one of his abilities but he'd need to conserve all of the energy that he could for now. "I know that they won't be."