"Maybe stop needing a babysitter, and we wouldn't be in this kind of situation, Strife."

Yeah, he'll say that. Cloud can prove him wrong if he doesn't want to hear it.

But that will have to come later, because this kind of situation is a huge pain in the ass, and Angeal already knows what the deal is even before the cackling starts up. Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose. Really, he should have taken a cue from old folktales and leave a trail of garlic bread or something.

"Alright. So I'm going to need you to keep your calm and not wander off. Got it, Strife?"