The more times that he fought in caves on this world, the less that he liked them. Maneuverability was always poor, and his katanas just weren't the same as the Masamune in his grasp. He never thought that he would form such an opinion given he had once hoped so much to have to face Sephiroth's Masamune in cramped quarters to limit the man's mobility. Now, with them partnered, it was just a pain in his neck.

Still, they had moved swiftly, Sephiroth's partial form good enough to get rid of most of the crazed animals and the lesser Kishin Eggs. He covered their sides and back, duel wielding the katanas that his partner had gifted him with. He was also keenly aware of the level of madness that his partner was feeling.

He had seen and felt the wound that Sephiroth had self-inflicted, but he kept his peace on the matter for the time being. It was important to get to the emitter quickly, so he allowed his partner to lead while they moved quickly down the tunnels, and he found himself stepping out next to his partner when they had finally reached their destination. Madness was probably everywhere, but he didn't feel it.

Cloud observed the horde in front of them and sighed as he sheathed his swords across his back and reached out to set a hand on his partner's bladed arm. "Easy now, we're almost at the goal. There's enough room for us to work together, yes? Can you transform yourself?"