"Wait--" Ven's voice broke, and he had to repeat himself, louder, to be heard above the other conversations going on. "Wait! You all don't mean -- we can't just--!"

The relief he'd dared to feel upon noticing Sephiroth -- he knew Cloud, he was a friend, he could help set this right -- hardened into a knot of dread in the pit of Ven's stomach nearly as quickly. Why? Why were they all assuming that there was only one answer? That wasn't an answer at all!

His poise -- and resolve -- wavered as he looked around at the others. "We can't! If it's the crystal, or the moogles, that's what we need to go after!"