His hands still again partway through Sephiroth's words, coming to a slow stop until they're simply resting in place on his chest. "That's..." Actually kind of solid advice. God, he must be going crazy if he's letting himself listen to anything Sephiroth has to say to him, no matter how sound the logic is. It's downright sensible. It's good advice, even. There was a time in both their lives when he would've expected that kind of talk from him. He used to be so impressed with how level-headed he was, how sure of himself he seemed, how he didn't let anything get in his way. That all changed forever after Nibelheim. There's no going back to that naive time. Nothing is changing that.

But... still. Cloud frowns in a different sort of way, soft, too muddled to really count as the same sort of consternation he's been experiencing since Sephiroth got here. "That sounded downright human. Most sensible thing I've ever heard you say."