From her aerial vantage, Song soon marked the approach of her friends and was calmed momentarily by a wave of relief. The spell had worked.
Now to hope something useful came of it.

"Alright, Shadow, let's try this again." It was muttered under her breath, but there was no need to raise her voice to be heard in her own mind.

I'm listening said the wind and the smoke, projecting across the dreamscape. That was all Song heard. The swordsmen, however, were subject to more.

To Seph, the voice continued on immediately after the bold announcement, lowered to blend with the hiss and crackle of fire.
Big Brother, it said, Maleficent's failed experiment.
Look, he's dressed for the occasion.
It's been too long.
You have been missed, Sephiroth.
The Dark mourns you.
Sephiroth.
Sephiroth... the name repeated in a barely discernible susurrus, sounding as if spoken just over his shoulder.

For Jalen, a much different temptation was crafted. Medrau had no words for him.

Instead, there were screams.

Faint, and far off in the distance, from the direction of the castle, came Amy's voice, in an agonized cry. It wasn't her husband's name she shouted, or any. The sound was too broken for words.