Cloud's eyes open at that voice and for a minute they're blue fire. It's the wrong timbre but he's heard that voice too recently to not recognize it. His eyes focus on its source though and he remembers. The child. He remembers seeing Sephiroth as a child in his nightmares before. The child wasn't the cause of the nightmares though and his shoulders relax. The sword is shifted to rest idly over his shoulder, the move so familiar it's a part of him. He's not who he was just a few days ago. He can feel something other than like a trapped dog trying to gnaw off its own foot to escape.

"Yes. For a while. But it's time for it to go home." His eyes shift and take in the way the child in front of him is outfitted. There's a surprising lack of edge to his question. "What are you doing here?"