[Sephiroth has to admit, it is somewhat... invigorating. His braid remains secure inside his robe, but the rush of air blows his bangs back from his face. The sense of speed is much stronger than from any practical conveyance. He doesn't laugh, but his expression eases as they fly over the next hill and towards the corkscrew.
It's... a complete waste of time, but what about this place won't be?]
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It's... a complete waste of time, but what about this place won't be?]