"That's a first," he remarks flatly. Alright, so maybe Sephiroth hasn't only just targeted him, but typically... yeah. Whether it was the incident at the Reactor or that showdown in the Crater, it doesn't matter. Sephiroth's marked him not for death, but for suffering. He'll never escape it. Still, to see that look of simmering hatred register for anyone but him, that's... he doesn't know if he should be impressed, concerned, or what. Given the state that Sephiroth is in, though—

Whatever, in a minute. "Just—Take your shirt off." The and shut up about it is implied; he feels like if he remarks on anything untoward regarding this request that Sephiroth will take it as an opportunity to say god only knows what, and he just does not want to deal with that. He really doesn't. He really, really doesn't. After issuing this command, Cloud turns and leaves the room again to fetch his first aid kit. It isn't much, but he's got the basics and a few emergency hi-potions, and that should be enough to at least give Sephiroth some comfort to rest.

Not that he doesn't still feel fucking torn up inside about offering Sephiroth anything resembling comfort.