This isn't the first time Cloud has been dragged along somewhere, though Angeal is a stark contrast to a certain peppy flower girl and her co-conspirator martial arts master. Cloud still rolls his eyes and follows along, glancing back towards the chickens for a long pause.

He really does like birds.

The fact Angeal knows about his sword confuses him. If Cloud really digs, the only things he can find are: one, it is an extremely important thing. Two, someone gave it to him. Someone important. Any time he goes for specifics, it doesn't go well.

"Using it. What else would I do? Carry this huge thing around for show? Get real."