Celes went ahead as per the motion issued by Setzer, finding a comfortable window seat in a private compartment due to the hate with which she pursued it. There was nothing to be gained from sticking the two of them in any public area, or perhaps she simply had no desire to have strangers sticking their noses in their business. The two stood out like sore thumbs, when it came down to it. Paixao's inhabitants may have been monotonous, but that didn't mean they lacked the ability to properly use their given senses, intentionally or otherwise.

Drawing the length of her cape about her, she covered her shoulders as she sat down and drew her journal from its place. Placing it upon her lap, flipped it open easily and proceeded to scan the Network, doubling over the coordinates Sephiroth had sent her. He was a curious man, General Sephiroth. Her memory of their previous encounter was faint, but seemed to become more vivid with every attempt at recollection. If nothing else, witnessing an esper of such size and tremendous power, hearing its voice, had left a lasting impression in Celes' mind...

And the whisper came strong, a voice on the wind of memory. It was a language she knew, but did not know, something strange and foreign; and yet, it was...a name on the tip of her tongue, a name she couldn't quite remember, but she knew. She knew. She clung to the darkness provided by the back of her eyelids, reaching for that name, his name.