Jecht glanced into the next room (he didn't pay much mind than necessary to the spheres that were not reset - didn't want to think on it too much, or eles be haunted by more literal memories), before letting out a grunt of approval. Elevator was there: excellent. And the place seemed okay, which was good enough for him.

"Good. Really wouldn't wanna do that with so many o' us."

... Or was it just a little too quiet? Or was that just Zanarkand in its melancholy state? Well, whatever. The small room was crowded, and the next room with the elevator was bigger, so he stepped into it.