Cloud shrugs his shoulders. Having anything close to a civil conversation with Sephiroth is more outlandish than everything else, if he really thinks about it. Not to mention the way he's almost a sympathetic figure like this. Cloud's worldview and his very mental foundation is pieced together with shoelaces and tape at this point, and this is decidedly not helping it stay strong, even if only 2 percent of him feels it. The rest still wants to swing his sword in the name of the rage that's been boiling in him for so long.

"Yeah. Weaker. I usually could feel it over longer distances. Like I had to hunt you down. Nothing like that now."