Cloud finished off the clown that was probably already dead on the ground, but he wanted to make certain that they couldn't regenerate either. He tilted his head at the building emotion in his partner, alarmed at first and then amused when he realized what it was as he lifted his sword to set it against his shoulder as he turned to regard the older man.

"You can kill the yellow ones from now on, if you like?" He knew that sensation of possessiveness well, and he knew it would continue to eat at Sephiroth and set the older man until some level of vengeance had been achieved against the slight that his partner perceived. The emergence of Sephiroth's wing only confirmed how deep the possessiveness went, and he offered his partner a sly look. "You're welcome in my mind instead, you know."