OoC: I gotta go sleep, being a Brit is really annoying when it comes to aligning times with the rest of the interwebs D:
Sephiroth tilted his head. 'Follow the group,' he said quietly. 'I will return to you soon, as always.'
Without further explanation, he curled his wing around himself and vanished, his green eyes locking into Kefka's as he moved into the realm of untold narration.
He would return the next time his Controller wanted a plaything to exploit.
Until then, he was content to hover in this void. Of course, his Controller was the one who decided whether he was content or not, but that didn't matter. Contentment was contentment, regardless of its source.
Until next time, then, Sephiroth thought as he disappeared from meaningful existence.