[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth hadn't been seen outside since the ending of the meeting that had officially ruined him, instead he had holed himself up in his private quarters and not spoken to much of anybody.  Rosemary had tended to his broken nose and provided him with some social interaction, but other then that he hadn't left his room even to eat or drink.  He had shut off his mind, not exactly wanting to hear Mother's ramblings at the current time.  It was self-care to some degree, allowing his mind to relax.

The male had left his door open a small bit; cracked but not thrown open.  He was required to be able to speak to his groupmates, but he wasn't entirely in the mood.  Not that anybody beside the physician had approached him anyways, and frankly that was for the best considering his savagery at the meeting, the pure madness in his eye and voice that had been quelled since then but still lingered in the air around him and the minds of the other Rosebloods.  Sephiroth had his back to the door however, and his head rested on his large front paws as he stared at the wall with eyes lidded in tiredness.  While Mother's voice had annoyed him earlier, now without her he found himself craving the presence around him, but not quite ready to let her back in however.

So the mad Pharaoh lay there in silence, not very much looking like the god he claimed he was hours earlier.  In fact, he looked rather pathetic.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Jiyu was a somewhat welcome voice to hear.  She had been there since the start, somebody consistent and reliable.  If anybody was safe coming into his lair while he was in an unstable state of mind, it would probably be her.  That and the Pharaoh knew what she was capable of, he had experienced it first hand, and didn't exactly want to provoke or challenge her.  Sephiroth, self proclaimed god, submissive to a feline he could easily step on by accident.

The huge male would swing his head over his shoulder, grunting as he hauled himself up into a sitting position to at least look the tiniest bit professional.  Sephiroth's posture was still hunched, his eyes still glassy and not entirely there.  Despite the facade, he was still entirely a mess.  "Jiyu."  He greeted his second in command by name as she did to him.  His voice didn't hold the same power it usually did, clearly betraying his current weakness and by the gods he hated it.

Sephiroth would heave a sigh, averting his aqua gaze.  His illness was pride, arrogance, a god complex a mile long.  He was a disaster to be sure.  "The Aspects, Ignis, asked for tribute.  I gave it, the rest of the group did not approve.  I was attacked, my mind...was overwhelmed."  He suddenly jerked with a growl, shaking his head angrily at the memory.  "I appeared a fool, I have no respect from my group clearly."  He would vent his frustrations to Jiyu, feeling more comfortable speaking to her then most.