Zechs had no true idea if they were actually untrue - the laws of physics and basic science seemed to vary from reality to reality. Magic, after all, was possible in a great many of them. Perhaps in Sephiroth's reality, it was perfectly natural to fly using only one wing. Seemed about as normal as materializing a flame from a person's fingertips.

But he did enjoy being in the air once more. Pity they weren't going faster. Zechs absently considered eventually asking for some kind of aircraft, before he reached with one hand, grasping onto Sephiroth's coat securely with the other.

"That building, there," Zechs pointed. "On the corner of that intersection."

Far, far below - if Sephiroth's eyesight was as enhanced as anything else about him - the teeny form of Zechs' DTF was making a beeline for it.