Just don't even acknowledge her. He thought to himself as Sephiroth heard what could only be Ishtar approaching him from behind. After what had happened when they had all been locked in the Dormitory room - Sephiroth most certainly didn't want to talk to her. He'd taken much the same attitude towards Nesir after their week together as well.

All the arguments, all those deadly glares across the room. The hallucinations, and his ultimate weakening in front of them both; Sephiroth was much too short of patience for either of them as a result.

She called his name just as he made it half way towards the elevator but still he kept walking. Only when having pressed the button to call the lift did he have to stop and wait, and glanced over his shoulder at her.

"You just can't leave alone, can you?" His voice was cool, too cool in contrast to the bitterness that already pulsed beneath his surface.