Sephiroth didn't react to Alana's words at first. Slowly turning to face the woman, he met her gaze boldly. "Fine," he stated, unblinking. For a moment, he was surprised - though he didn't show it - that a human would care. The tall man stood still once more, the lightest of breezes caressing the two figures that stood a few feet from each other. Finally, he couldn't keep his question silent. "Why would you care?" His words held no malice, only a mere curiousity. "Why would a human care about an elf?"

Kej frowned, slowing to a stop. "Could it be the guardian?" the elf asked himself, his white eyes moving to hover over the biggest building in the city. The two of them had finally reached the top of the stairs, and were looking down and out over the entire lost civilization. "I think it's Sephiroth." His voice betrayed the feeling of hesitation he felt. Worry struck his movements, making them quicker and more darting. "If that's the case, we are in grave danger."