Weighted silence between these two men in particular was so normal to Sephiroth it was almost comforting on it's own. To anyone else it would be been awkward but between the old friends it helped in a different way; more often than not recently Angeal's company had been softening to the circumstances of the strange world they had found themselves in a few months ago. Sephiroth wasn't, now, all convinced that it really was a dream after all.

It worried him immensely that he might be coming around to the notion that it were really reality. Especially now that the familiar power that surged throughout his whole being was returned once more. He hadn't felt this like himself, in a long time, even if the rush were still settling in once more.

"Genesis?" He repeated but turned it into a question, though the upward turn to his face in Angeal's direction as his friend continued, bore him the answer.

"Ah. But does there have to a reason? Perhaps it was a delayed inevitability."