Lydia almost turned into a puddle right in that moment. His touch, his voice speaking her name, TWICE, if it weren’t for the fact that there was a desk separating the two of them, she might have attempted something she’d later regret. Then, a wave of disappointment came crashing down over her as she heard him speak the words “loving relationship between males.” So, that was it. He’s gay. He’s beautiful. He’s charming. He’s flirty. He’s perfect. Being gay was clearly the logical conclusion. She did her best to hide the obvious rejection she was feeling as she nodded in understanding as she moved her eyes from his back to the computer screen.<br/><br/>A few keyboard strokes later, she opened her mouth to answer when Mr. Mercury came up to make a request. “Of course Mr. Mercury. I’ll have that taken care of for you posthaste.” She typed in her computer once more, switching tabs to his room away from the soldier’s. Her previous fangirling over the rock star had completely dissipated, and it only buried further when she noticed the two men lock eyes. Always her luck.<br/><br/>That’s when she noticed her sister, standing there, staring after them dumbfounded. “Nalia, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be tending the bar?”<br/><br/>“He’s not dead.”<br/><br/>“Uh...Nalia?”<br/><br/>“I mean, of course he’s not dead, but he’s not even impaled. He didn’t even threaten or intimidate...nothing.”<br/><br/>“Nalia what are you talking about?”<br/><br/>“Sephiroth.” Nalia could only stare at the silver haired general, further confused by the lack of danger she felt emanating off of him. “If he’s here, that means he died. If he died, that means he’s already gone crazy with hatred over the human race, and yet....somehow....he doesn’t even seem like pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth.” Against her better judgment, the brunette strode up to the silver haired man and gave him a once over, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “You look like the General. You’re definitely him, yet,” she turned towards Freddie then back at Sephiroth, “you didn’t even get mad. Even before Nibelheim you would have been a little bit miffed by something like that. Well, maybe not miffed, I couldn’t be sure of that, but you would at least have stared him down with an intimidating aura. That’s...kinda what you do. After the incident you wouldn’t have bothered wasting time to take out masamune.<br/><br/>Who are you?”