The hand that had been on his sword slips away as he comes face to face with...himself? Okay so this had to be some sort of strange dream; it wouldn't be the first time he had one after all. Because there was no way in hell that this could be real. It was too..there was just no way.

Cloud is torn between feeling tense and fleeing, to be completely honest, something about this situation unsettling him in a way he can't put into words.

"..Who are you." It's not a question; it's a demand. Even if he knows the answer already.

Was someone playing a masterful prank on him because if so he was going to kick their ass.