"Right. This way." Cloud turns on his heel to stalk towards the edge of the party grounds, not even fully realizing he's turned his back on Sephiroth until the din of banjo music and excited festivities starts to die down and fade into the distance.

No katana through the chest to be seen. Nothing.

Cloud doesn't go too far, of course. He's already been chewed out by two Firsts for doing that, and he'd really rather leave it at that. Not that he thinks Sephiroth, at least this one, would ever lecture him. It just doesn't seem to be his style. How strange, being able to intuit or even vaguely understand the whims of a man he always saw as an unpredictable monster. Hell, understanding another person is not exactly well-trodden territory for the blond.

Cloud finally slows down when the noise is sufficiently far off. He whirls around and crosses his arms, expression taking on a slightly thoughtful look as his brow knits.

"That kid version of you. The hell is that about?"