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[It's a rough evening for Sephiroth, and he's in and out of sleep for a short time between his conversations with Cloud and Tifa, not quite able to really keep himself on his feet long enough to just wake up and go, even if it'd probably be best for everyone if he did. He doesn't want to cause them trouble, he doesn't want to be a burden to anyone now. But her actions have certainly swayed things, once more, and his course of action will reflect the good in her choices-Especially considering the fact that she has every reason not to help him.
And after his talk with Cloud, he knows who's responsible for his safety. Who carried his burdensome weight on her back, who went out of her way for someone who's future caused her suffering. Who's future caused all of them suffering. And he mumbles in his sleep, shifting a bit, as if he's focused on something even if it's dreamless sleep for now. But that sleep doesn't last long, thankfully.
Finally, he's awake. Or awake enough, at least. And he tilts his head, staring at her through the open doorway for a moment, before sitting up slowly. His hand over his face for a moment, stifling a yawn as he deals with the uncomfortable moments between sleep and wakefulness.] I wanted... to speak with you.