"Yes." He agrees because it is time to clean away the rust of two years. Time for both him and the sword. It'll take work but it will be worth it, easier for the sword than for him but he's going to try. It's time to fix what he's left to weather on its own. Maybe he's not the only one. Sephiroth - this young version of him that Cloud can accept - seems intent on moving on too. His eyes go back to where Midgar, ghost of itself, eats up the horizon and then move back to the boy in front of him.

"Where to?"