"What--" He uttered quickly, snapping his head over to the bed. Sephiroth was up? And there the General was. He was up on his own. Again he was mixed on how to feel about this. On one hand, it was relieving to see him, up and well. And the the other, he couldn't help but think about all the things he had been told about him and the wing; all it brought.

And it was also hard to see him still. That pillow was something smart on his face. "It's nice to see you again, Sephiroth." It didn't come out as cheerful or confident as he had hoped.