Sephiroth nodded to the General. "Highwind." He said by way of farewell.

"Crescent." T'vor replied. The two of them went their separate ways. T'vor took his place at one of the consoles.

Sephiroth, meanwhile, left the room.

Grim, on the other hand, continued to lean casually against the wall, still grinning, despite his title. He was drumming two sets of long, boney fingers together in a plotting way. "This will be fun." He noted.