As Sephiroth focuses in on himself, Angeal focuses on him in turn, breath stifled right there in his chest. A part of him feels like he knows the answer just by basic observation, by the logical connection of facts as he's observed them.

And yet he doesn't dare believe in anything. Doesn't let himself belief in anything.

Not until Sephiroth finally answers, works through every little detail with that careful observation he's so good at. Only then does Angeal's breath rush out in an exhale with the kind of relief that can't be spoken about with words. "Well damn," he says, not much air available for those two little words. He reaches out, hands gripping onto Sephiroth's arms as though he can hold onto this precious moment, this thing they've all been wanting with a soul-deep ache. "Thank god."

And then a laugh. A low one, at first, and then it just keeps rolling, picking up speed, a stone finding momentum with the hill. Laughter, all connected, first from just pure and beautiful and elated relief.

Then, something else, too.

A loud guffaw, the kind that shakes Angeal's whole chest, and he leans in closer. "Oh - oh shit - oh can you imagine how so insanely annoying - Genesis is going to be?" He has to fight to get the words form past all the laughter. "When he finds out that potentially a dragon is muffling that piece of shit??"