Septimus had not spoken much since they armed up awhile back, but he had been shadowing the party simply observing the world around them, learning about his party members at the bar, and now here they were, face-to-face of what appeared to be this world's Ganondorf. Septimus sensed the rage from some of his cohorts, he himself feeling some sort of sympathy for them, primarily Mr. Brann considering that he was the inky one Septimus knew well enough at this point. He takes a seat next to Nepton, keeping an eye on him while alternating his eye contact in front of him.