Mello had been under the impression there was no way the man's hold was as strong when he was sleeping, or even half asleep. But he was wrong. He barely made it out of the room, opening the door and crumpling to his knees just two steps outside it. He was still close enough to hear Sephiroth's words.

Panting, knees smarting from the sharp contact with the ground, Mello was forced to drag himself back, sitting just in the doorframe and leaning against the wood as he gave Sephiroth a dirty, loathing look.

"I saw an opportunity. Cause enough."