As if Kadaj didn't already know why Sephiroth was respected and feared. He knew the man better than he did himself, as far as he was concerned. The fact that the other refused to acknowledge it and insisted on ordering him around only infuriated him again, but his indignant expression was thankfully hidden as the general stepped past him and made his way to the train station.

Shaking his head furiously to himself, he started after him again, resisting the urge to glare and pout in the other direction. Mother would fix everything. Sephiroth's ignorance would only be temporary; he had to remember that. There was nothing to be worried about. He repeated those words in his mind until he was calm enough to reply without betraying his feelings again, a hint of anger still in his voice as he asked, "Just to the station? You're forgetting that I'm going to be speaking with him too, sir. It would be much faster if we both went. I'll leave you two in relative solitude while you speak, though, if that makes you feel more comfortable."

It didn't seem like anything he was saying was filtering through. Kadaj doubted addressing the man the way he was and speaking in that tone would really help matters, but he was not going to be brushed off so easily. He should probably start genuinely calling Sephiroth "sir," then, if only to make things run more smoothly. Ugh.