As they ran in, Cloud threw down the bar as Sephiroth closed the door, locking out the enemies for the time being. It would buy them some time for sure. Cloud flipped up the visor of his own helmet, taking a moment to adjust to the general gloom of the hall they had entered into. It looked like they were in one of the side lobbies of the arena. The sounds they were hearing were coming from the direction of the main entrance.

Cloud paced a bit and then collapsed heavily on a bench, his breaths long and heavy. He felt fine physically, but he also felt exhausted. Like his mind was being pulled in every direction and almost burned from the labor of being constantly alert.

He let Sephiroth go on about his own distraction for a few moments, not wanting to bother the man. Eventually though he couldn't help but speak. "Sephiroth....Sir....what was it like the first time you killed someone?"