He could smell the taint of Cloud's blood on the air while his partner washed the wound. Even when those glowing eyes fixated on him, his own beady ones never wavered. Instead, when those words were said, Sephiroth's ears finally sunk down lower as if showing for the first time that he might have been sorry for what he'd done. He'd allowed for his anger to get the better of him, and Sephiroth knew well that he would have done quite worse had their situation been reversed. That didn't make him feel any better about his current 'condition' though, and when he was picked up, Sephiroth closed his eyes as his paw stretched out to rest against the blonde's shoulder while his furry little nose pressed against Cloud's cheek.

The question had him relaxing within the blonde's hold as he fixated on the cells. Whatever had happened to him seemed to be affecting his ability to communicate at all, and the small displeased look that crossed his features was enough to say that.