[That answer is worse than a simple no. No would mean there were options to pursue even if Cloud wasn't willing to share them. 'I don't know', when they couldn't lie ... was its own form of finality.
Slowly he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding in a soft sigh, and with it seems to deflate a little. There never was an easy way out of any of it, was there?
Nothing's said this time; it takes effort to mask the storm of negative thought it touches off and keep his bearing and expression carefully neutral, but it's a tenuous thing. He's not as good at it now as he would be with another decade of practice, something is obviously wrong, but what, be it anger or fear or despair, is impossible to tell.
Maybe he'll find something else he can use in Cloud's version of events. He already had Zack's and Vincent's.]
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Slowly he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding in a soft sigh, and with it seems to deflate a little. There never was an easy way out of any of it, was there?
Nothing's said this time; it takes effort to mask the storm of negative thought it touches off and keep his bearing and expression carefully neutral, but it's a tenuous thing. He's not as good at it now as he would be with another decade of practice, something is obviously wrong, but what, be it anger or fear or despair, is impossible to tell.
Maybe he'll find something else he can use in Cloud's version of events. He already had Zack's and Vincent's.]