[ Cloud tenses as he hears the answer. It's not what he wanted to hear, but, some part of him knows it has to be the case. Why else would Sephiroth continually seek him out? Why else would Sephiroth appear to him, and not the others? Why else was he struck with all these hallucinations of the man, again and again? His fist tightens, as he forces a breath out. ]

Guess that means it's my responsibility to deal with you if you step out of line again, then?

[ There is, however, a truth to Sephiroth's words. He keeps coming back, which means that if nothing else, to Sephiroth, twice more Cloud's been successful at spoiling his fun. It's a bleak hope, but it's one he manages to cling to without descending into panic.

He thinks about his contract. About the payment waiting at the end of it. ]

I don't plan to let you do what you please. Now, or ever.