Juri takes a good look at Sephiroth, taking in each of her features―detail by detail. Her stare is in no way judgmental or scrutinizing, but rather trying to figure something out. She speaks in a formal tone, no acts of anger or frustration behind it.

"I have. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sephiroth." Above them, a bird flaps it's wings, swiftly flying by―it's shadow casts on the ground. "I'm Arisugawa Juri."

She is not exactly sure how this will all fare out―this garden, Tenjou being here, no escape from it. The locket around her neck no longer exists, cut off from the wills of a duel, ridden from her past. Juri almost wants to laugh at the sheer coincidence of it, but the rational part of her remains wary. As if it is something that is far too good to be true.