Cloud answers that with a vague mm, almost as if he agrees. Yeah, he... wanted to be something like that, too. And it was largely because of Sephiroth. Now he knows he's not the only one, and all that time he spent feeling different and special—honestly, he ain't shit and never was. Or that's how he sees himself. What ended up happening, the destiny he got swept up in, wasn't it more a case of wrong place, wrong time? Whatever, does it even matter anymore?

"I... had to forgive myself." He'd rather not tell Sephiroth about this. But he's goaded him into saying plenty this evening, so maybe it's fair play. And besides, he has a point. He's going somewhere with this, and it's not about him. He's just awkward about getting there. "I don't know—I can't tell you what to think or how to feel. We're not the same."

God he fucking hopes not.

"But maybe you do, too." Awkward pause. God, it sounds stupid. He thinks everything he says sounds kinda stupid, though. "Just a suggestion."