Yeah, this is... kind of freaking him out. It just clashes so much with the way he prefers to keep Sephiroth in his head—a monster, no longer human, without human impulses or feelings. He might've had people he cared about once, long ago, but that's all been cast off, hasn't it? He's got to wonder, listening to him talk now. In fact, the trouble isn't even that he has to wonder. The answer speaks for itself—that might not be as true as he thought after all. Maybe it's just that he... lost those pieces of himself. The way he had—

Ugh! No! The last thing he wants is to relate to him... ugh. Cloud frowns all over again, tying off that bandage and taping it in place with the rest. He smooths it down with his fingers, brow furrowed. Comes back with a little more sarcasm than strictly necessary, defensive of his own thoughts. "You've never heard of a mirror?"