It's a little too familiar. Not the butterflies and the pins but the sense of science, the cold, unfeeling destruction and dissection. The symbolism isn't entirely lost on Cloud either. Girls and butterflies. A picture or two he actually recognizes and others he can guess at. Not sure that it will do any good but unwilling to not try anymore, he reaches out with surprisingly delicacy to try to pull the pin from the butterfly without doing even more damage.