Subconscious

"Hey buddy, you okay? Back then it would have been a couple of scraped knees," the shadowy voice said.

"Back then?" Cloud grunted.

"Never mind," the voice said. "Just move ...something ... anything."

"Who ... are you?"

The white haze of his unconsciousness faded to black.

"Oh, fuckpuppet, I am your everything. And we still have so far to go. Only one down." Sephiroth. Cloud's eyes opened wide.