While Albel and Terra looked to the trio with a stern gaze, Cloud's expression a bit more torn. In fact, he was avoiding eye contact with one of the three in particular. He chose to look at Yuri instead, nodding in agreement with Terra moreso than Albel. "Please. Turn back. This doesn't have to become a fight. Enough blood has been shed and lives lost. There's no time left to try to find that 'ideal solution'. Now we have to do what we have to."

Slowly, he drew the Masamune, the blade ominously slicing through the air as he rotated it to his side. Had he pointed it forward it would have easily cleared the gap between the assembled Heroes. But he didn't want this to be a fight. He wasn't going to point that blade at anyone unless he was forced to. This was a warning.

It was only then that he looked Tifa in the eyes, his own glowing a familiar green thanks to the Job that he was using in concert with the Onion Knight. "Tifa...Please...turn back."