Cloud: *pushes aside the cubes dumped on the floor and makes his way over to Hojo, taking out his sword again so he can point it at the scientist, glaring* What is all of this stuff? Why are you here? You’re supposed to be dead.
Hojo: *snickers* I suppose I am dead, now… And so will you be too, if you don’t get out of here. I have my specimens… and new ones coming along. I don’t need you or your band of little friends to ruin what I finally have.
Sephiroth: *slowly rises to his feet, quiet as he watches the scene*