It had happened so many times over the last six months-or-so worth of loops, staring certain death in the face; that when Bahamut approached them and unleashed its Teraflare it just seemed like -despite all of their efforts- some inevitability's were going to happen regardless. If anything, in that last second Sephiroth felt the sharp sting of angry resentment; he'd done all in his power to get them here, yet typically due to the dependence on others -namely, certain four summoners- it would ultimately be for nothing.

He hadn't even pre-prepared in any way for that flare to consume them.
Perhaps he might well have a better chance in the void, at this rate.

Until it wasn't the end.

Caught in awe as the brilliance of Pheonix passed over them, suddenly the shaking ground caught up and knocked Sephiroth's awareness back into the here and now. Spreading a stance as they were raised on the back of Alexander, as colossal wings stretched out and around the entirety of the party; Enhanced Counter goes out in readiness. Twisting the katana around in his grip Sephiroth slips onto the defensive back-foot almost, Eye for an Eye going on next - the need to prepare for anything is palpable.

Come on Ramaa, come out to meet those you had sorely underestimated, once again. Sephiroth thought to himself only, stoking his own internal fury with that sense of pride that -in all honesty, he'd been too long smothering away- as he knew well enough that such sentiments wouldn't be welcomed in this company.

Her absence bugs him though, more than he would dare to put into words lest revealing what they shouldn't know at this point.