The soldiers all talk about which house they're going to as they go off duty, with the names of the women and the outfits they're going to pay for, whether leather, linen, silk, or something else.

"Sometimes I think it would be nicer to lay down these burdens and live a life more like the ones they seek comfort with," Sephiroth said after he had believed the room empty.

Cloud, the single sentry assigned to make sure Sephiroth was taken care of properly, silently agreed with him, carefully nurturing the hope they could both wear silk instead of steel before there had to be more killing.