"I'm okay. Sephiroth and I... talked." Talked, yeah, that'd work. Well, they did talk. Then Cloud spilled his guts and the inevitable happened. Either way, he didn't need to explain it.

Tilting his head to the side, Cloud frowned. "We need to find Shelke. She's stuck somewhere..." Where, was the point though. He didn't know. She wasn't using a Sky Phone...

Cloud's hands slipped loose from his grasp on Tifa's arms, dropping to hang at his sides. He felt useless. Shelke was in trouble, a girl he considered a close friend, possibly a daughter if she was younger, and he couldn't save her.