Sephiroth was about to answer when he stopped. He sniffed the air.<br/><span style="color: #000000">"Tell me first... why you are heading to this room? There is something pulling you here, isn't there? What is it."</span>What he didn't know was that she mistakenly thought that was<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.<br/>She was wrong on so many levels. Not even he knew what that feeling was... but he was certain it had something to do with what he was looking for, what she had.<span style="color: #000000">"... I will tell you your families fate... but you must co-operate first. How I know of Nunian is of no importance."</span><br/><br/>He stepped closer, his sword against her throat.<br/><br/>The mysterious force was now pulling her to the center of the living room,<span style="font-style: italic">away</span>from Sephiroth. A circle appeared in the center of the room. It glowed silver and had strange markings inside of it. Sephiroth didn't know what to make of it.<br/><br/>Something appeared in her hand, a miniature cross. It had a note next to it<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'this is my catalyst.'</span>Sephiroth didn't know what the miniature cross was, nor did he see the note, he just kept his sword against her throat, waiting for something to happen.