"I am worried about the Angels. Sasha will lead them to ruin, she isn't ready for rule. She is too unstable and too inexperienced. Though they cast me out I must still keep watch for them." Azurael said.

"I think we need to talk to Sephiroth. I hope he can help. I don't even know what to do in this situation. Would you be willing to come along with me? General?" Azurael asked.

Azurael had folded her wings in tight, a trademark sign of being worried. It was better than letting them relax and show they were quivering. Azurael looked at T'vor "I am sorry to ask this of my superior officer, but I do as I must."