Sephiroth doesn't understand the destruction he sees, neither its direct cause nor the reasons behind it. This world seems familiar, yet not. He looks down at himself, and for some reason, he's out of his battle armor, dressed in plain clothes, without his sword. That doesn't mean he's defenseless, by any means, but it's odd for him to find himself in such a state, in a place like this.

He walks through the wreckage without any real aim in mind until he catches a glimpse of white wings and heads toward them. He's reminded of Angeal, but as he draws closer, he can see that this isn't Angeal. "Zack?"