His shoulders shrug. It doesn't bother him.

"Maybe. But you're a dream I keep coming back to."

There's not a lot in his life that Cloud can come back to and even less that he wants to. But friends -- and that's what he considers her -- friends he'll always come back for. For as long as he's able to. Time's suddenly limited in that area though.

"Most of the people I see regularly in my dreams are dead friends."