Quetzithol: *rumbles as he hears Sephiroth’s words then swivels his head around to look at the silver-haired man. He narrows his eyes then yawns, not overly interested* ~I can’t say that I care what a materia is, chosen of tainted blood.~ *flexes his wings then waltzes over to another section which is more lit, still looking at the ancient artifacts*
Jenna: *sighs and slowly shakes her head. Still, she follows after Sephy, partially wanting to keep him safe*