Sephiroth

[The PCD has just been dropped somewhere, but it's somewhere with a pretty good view of the room. Sephiroth doesn't notice the blinking light as he sits in a chair in the Hall of Fire. He is, naturally, back in his usual outfit. His expression is one of deep thought, or possibly brooding, distant and inward-focused. Finally, he stands, pacing around the hall a bit before approaching the fireplace.]

Mother...

[He rests one hand on the fireplace mantle, the other lifting to press against the side of his head in a way that could indicate pain or disorientation. Finally, the feed times out.]