Confronted with a suspicious elevator, Sephiroth voiced a concern of whether they should go inside. However, Cyla had a point. There was no other way, so they had to risk it. The most they could do was be aware of the potential danger, and be ready for it. And that they were. They entered, and the elevator took them to the first floor. There, the door opened, and the two Lunarians stepped outside. Across the room was another elevator, that one would take them one floor higher. But, in their way were two agents. One of the agents spoke, prompting prisoner 7855, which was Sephiroth, to surrender, and their execution would be painless. The other agent entered the conversation as well, and the two bickered. During that time, Sephiroth was thinking.
That's strange. They called Cyla a stranger. They seem to know all about me, but not about her? Was she not their captive as well?
Sephiroth wondered. One of the agents would point their gun at Sephiroth and Cyla, which prompted Sephiroth to entered a stance, reaching for the hilt of his sheathed katana. They demanded an answer, and an answer they would get.
We're not surrendering. If you want, come get us.
Sephiroth said, a strong fire erupting from his left leg, cladding it. Sephiroth was ready, his eyes sharp and observing.
That's strange. They called Cyla a stranger. They seem to know all about me, but not about her? Was she not their captive as well?
Sephiroth wondered. One of the agents would point their gun at Sephiroth and Cyla, which prompted Sephiroth to entered a stance, reaching for the hilt of his sheathed katana. They demanded an answer, and an answer they would get.
We're not surrendering. If you want, come get us.
Sephiroth said, a strong fire erupting from his left leg, cladding it. Sephiroth was ready, his eyes sharp and observing.