"That is indeed the very question," Sephiroth replied quietly. "Several of us have endeavored to solve it, so far with questionable success." He sighed, crossing his arms and turning to lean against the wall, a bit haggard and fatigued.

"I myself found it a bit hard to believe, but the longer I remain here, the less incredulous it appears." Although there was no way in hell he'd believe the Planet was rubble until he floated through it out in space.

"Suffice it to say that, for now, you are as much a prisoner as the rest of us, until either we take the Tower itself or it makes ash of us." Sephiroth paused, then inclined his head. "My apologies; I am Sephiroth, General of ShinRa."