Cloud followed along quickly, and the scent of blood reached him before he saw it. Twitching his nose at the scent, he had to purse his lips to keep from throwing up at the stench.

Still, he only lingered at the door, after closing it, his arms crossing as he waited on the obvious anger he'd receive from Genesis. He knew he was unwelcome but he had a right to be there. He had the right to know what was happening because it would be him that would have to defeat Sephiroth if anything turned sour.