Sephiroth was moving swiftly around the outskirts of the camp sight. The last thing the ex-General wanted was for anyone to notice his appearance. Fortunately he hadn't seen anyone else from his world who had come through the mirror, but that didn't mean that he wasn't on the look out either. The last thing he wanted was to make his Meister's life that much more complicated by having others discover his presence without warning.

Cloud had already been through enough, and while he hadn't mentioned it, he had sensed the isolation and depression growing within his Meister. That was something he was doing everything he could to avoid furthering, and he could hardly do that if he wasn't cautious of those in his surroundings.

That was why he moved silently around the back of the crowd - moving as unnoticed as he possibly could so as not to draw any attention to him. He had heard the loud call not too far off, but simply glanced away dismissively as he continued towards the first marked area of Madness.