Cloud didn't talk about what happened. He'd never talked about what's happened. Except once. Because the people he'd lied to while living in his own delusions had deserved to hear the truth. It didn't seem fair though, to have let the other guy talk about his pain and then turn him down when he asked.

Where did you even start something like that though?

"I was military. One of the super soldiers went crazy and burned down a town. My town."

Sephiroth! it was a dream and the memories bleed into the atmosphere. It was Cloud's voice but it was impossibly young and full of emotion in contrast to the flat way he spoke about it now.

"He almost killed me."

Mom... Tifa... My town... Give it back!

"When the army came to clean up the mess, they found me and turned me and my friend over to a scientist."

intriguing. most intriguing. he'll make a fine test subject. it was an oily voice and you could feel the glint of light off eyeglasses.

"Five years later, Zack, my friend, broke us out and we escaped. He - died. For me."

We're friends. Right?