If his mind hadn't been foggy from blood loss, Sephiroth might have caught on that Cloud's attempt to engage him in conversation was to make certain that he was still awake. He didn't think that he was weak enough to be anything otherwise, but it was getting more difficult to think and focus while he tried to supply the blonde with an answer.

"I am uncertain," he muttered when it came to the amount of enemies. All he had known was that there were targets that he needed to destroy, and he had reacted instinctively in response to that. "There were most of those."

He couldn't focus his mind enough to give Cloud a proper answer. His body was already working into overdrive in an attempt to heal the damage done to his side. That wasn't to mention its attempt to slowly begin reproducing enough blood cells to replace the litres he'd lost. Dully aware of when the needle made the final closure, his gaze reopened as he tried to fixate his attention on the blonde. "I trust that your companion was in well enough health?"