"No body knows what the future will be like." Cloud turns and heads over to Fenrir, popping open the side compartment to stow the Buster gently inside. "Especially the people that think they do." The compartment seals over and Cloud swings a leg easily over the giant bike and settles in the seat. He won't need his goggles so they stay resting against his chest. "The important thing is to be who's making the decisions that let you get there, not letting other people make them for you."

Something's changed inside Cloud since that last battle. He's not sure what but Sephiroth isn't the embodiment of all evil, the nightmare waiting in the closet to him anymore. It's not to say the guardedness isn't there and there's no forgiveness but -

"Fort Condor. You should try there." Fenrir starts with a roar and drops swiftly into a thrumming purr. Cloud's eyes glow in the dim surroundings as he turns his head to look at the child. "I'm headed that direction. Hop on if you want a lift."