He ignores the shifting around going on on his back. The kid - him - he doesn't weigh much comparatively and Cloud has a goal he's focused on. The tangled ruin of Junon seems to be fading around him and for some reason that makes him think that that includes black disease fading behind him as well. Whether it's true or not, he's not going to hang around to find out. He's got a place he belongs and it's not here. To him that's even more important than outrunning the black ink shadow.

Besides, maybe if he gets home, Tifa can help him figure out how to put the kid back inside him where he belongs. It doesn't matter that this is a dream. The point remains that there shouldn't be two of him.

At least this one isn't kicking him in the - ow! Hair pulling!

Blue eyes narrow down in annoyance. As pain goes the tugging is actually pretty mild, more a roughness than an actual painful thing.

Why are the extra sides of himself always so damn uppity?

He'd probably better not let anyone else answer that.

He's not ditching himself somewhere in the middle of nowhere however. What if he loses him and then there goes a piece of himself, off and wandering? He already had enough missing holes still. He doesn't need to be intentionally throwing away things.

With a huff, he lowers his head, ears folding back against his skull and that and the bunching of muscle is the only warning before he lunges forward, pouring on the speed so that the scenery whips by.