"My what blades?" Cloud moves to retrieve his sword and put it away at his back, and then gathers up the sad, broken pieces of their training weapons. Rest in peace, swords. He chucks them into the nearest garbage can.

Nice seeing him again, huh? It wasn't so long ago that Cloud didn't think anyone would say it was nice to see him. Things are different now, of course, but...he has no idea what this other Cloud's life was like, and yet at least this one person was glad to see him.

He nods by way of response with a faint sound of agreement in his throat. "See ya."