Despite the difference in Sephiroth's attire, there really could be no mistaking Sephiroth to the man who he had once called friend. Still heavily did consider him a friend, in truth, regardless of how he -and Angeal- had gotten so wrapped up in Hollander's machinations and therefore, by extension in his movements against Shinra. So much so, that Sephiroth had recently been prepared to take a failure on his own flawless record for a chance to have seen them again.

For all the difference he thought he could make by starting his own research into Project G.

At the familiar voice behind him, before he was about to turn back to come away from the railing, Sephiroth froze. The turbulent winds rose shorter hairs out of his vast mane of silver even as the silver haired warrior turned slowly to face Genesis. Spencer, the bespectacled moogle backed off a foot from just behind Sephiroth's right calf, having fallen silent as if he could also tell the air of uncertainty between the two men.

"Act 3, Line 1"