[He's startled by this vehement reaction.]

Zack. It's all right. [He places a hand on the younger man's shoulder.]

Gast wouldn't hurt you. [He frowns. Lining up his actual memory with his dream memory makes him doubt the dream, and it starts to flicker for a moment, allowing a glimpse of something colder and more clinical beyond: dull metal surfaces, gray walls and a low, green glow, but then the dream steadies, the environment cottage asserting itself again.] We left ShinRa long ago. He doesn't approve of their methods.

You'll be all right.