Backed into a corner, defeated and without his buster sword, Cloud felt vulnerable as Sephiroth, that strong towering figure looming over him, stepped closer. Cloud felt tears welling in his eyes, knowing his ultimate fate, and knowing he could never tell Tifa how he felt about her. Sephiroth stepping closer, surprisingly sheathed his sword and reached down with one hand. Cloud looked at him curiously. What was going on here? Was he going to kill him or not? Cloud began slowly reaching his hand up to meet Sephiroth's when suddenly Sephiroth lunged down, his hand forcefully grabbing Cloud's chin, while his other hand wrapped around Cloud's wrist. Sephiroth crouched down in front of him, almost sitting on his lap, brought his face right up to Cloud, their mouths barely away from touching, and Sephiroth speaks.

"I'm going to have some fun with you first."