Zack was on the opposite end. He didn't find any of it disturbing. The sight of Sephiroth and his trademark hair brought it home that he was sure this wasn't a simulation gone wrong.

He rubbed the back of his head with a sigh. "That's the wrong word. I've been cooped up in training for so long that I've kinda gotten used to saying it. It's nothing." He shrugged it off and looked over his shoulder at the passing clouds on the weather deck.

Clover giggled and shook her over-sized head. "I can't understand him either, kupo."

"Hey, that's enough out of you, fluffy." Zack chastised his floating companion.