"Something to be grateful for, at least," says Leon, who imagines that's not a lot of comfort. It's the best he can really offer on short notice, though. Frowning, he shrugs off stray bits of costume armor and tries to smooth his hair down from where it's all but standing on end, both for his own comfort and because he figures Sephiroth probably doesn't appreciate the reminder of... any of that.

"Anyway. Not your fault. I'm pretty sure I know exactly who's responsible for putting us through this misery circus. I'm not gonna waste my time being mad at anyone but him, at least for right now."

He swivels the chair to face Sephiroth and props his chin up on his hand, elbow resting on his knee.

"And for what it's worth - I'm sorry this happened, too. I'm not going to pretend like I understood all of what I just saw, but. None of us had any right to see that, not like this."