[There was a loud clatter and then a smash as the cup Angeal had been holding slipped from his fingers to hit the floor.

It took him a few seconds to come back to himself, his expression had been frozen in shock before they went somewhat slack as his head dropped, eyes focusing on the shattered remains of his cup. He should be reaching for it, he knew. Should have gotten up to find something to dry the tea up with before it stained the rug. But Angeal couldn't move. He kept on replaying Sephiroth's words over and over and over again... until a soft, hollow laugh slipped from his lips.]

... Now there's a name I'd never thought I'd hear again...

[Slowly, Angeal raised his head and leaned back in his seat. He looked a lot more calm than he felt.]

Looks like none of us took that particular news very well.