T'vor nodded once. "Under the circumstances, I understand. Come. I know where he is." He led Azurael through the forest of tents, to the eastern side of the camp.
"He's in a bit of an unusual mood--though not, I would say, necessarily a bad one. Just unusual. I haven't seen him this contemplative in years--He's usually a quick thinker. Today, it seems, he has much on his mind. I'm not really sure what, though. I know him very well--which not many people can say about him. But he's a very private man. He rarely takes council with anyone. All this to say, choose your words carefully. I'd rather not burden him with yet more worry than he might be going through right now."
T'vor's concern for his friend was clearly evident in his speech--perhaps the first time since landing that he'd openly shown a strong emotion other than irritation.

Sephiroth was standing alone, gazing up at the morning sun, shielding his eyes with one hand. He was quiet for some time after the two of them had approached him, but he finally spoke.
"This is the first time I've seen a sun rise."