[Yeah...he really doesn't know much about friendships, does he? Even with Cloud's limited memories of what the General was like, he does know that he was often alone. Cloud had always thought that was by his own design though; an anti-social kid, like he had been, something Cloud could relate to.
(It hadn't occurred to him before that just as Cloud was never quite anti-social, just awkward and lonely, that it could be the same for Sephiroth as well.)
-but that doesn't solve the core issue of this conversation right here and now. That nasty, wounded part of him still doesn't want to help, doesn't want to go through the headache of trying to reason with this deranged super soldier, and just wants to revel in the frustrated fear in his voice. Serves you right, thinks that bleeding wreck of a man still very much at the forefront of Cloud's personality, I hope you fucking wake up screaming. Bastard.
Thank goodness there's still something better than that left of him. Thank Tifa, anyway, for digging it out of him down in the Lifestream.
Either way, telling the kid to go out and make friends when he's convinced of his inability to do such a thing (whatever the reasons, however legitimate) is just going to continue to piss him off. Shiva's tits. What a fucking conundrum.
Cloud turns around finally, spreading his arms in a helpless shrug before leaning his back against the windowsill to get some of that cold air on the back of his neck instead.] Okay. So. My method was persistence and having friends stronger than me to help. Since I don't have advice beyond that, and since I know jack shit about your situation beyond you being unbeatable in a fight, what d'you want me to tell you?
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(It hadn't occurred to him before that just as Cloud was never quite anti-social, just awkward and lonely, that it could be the same for Sephiroth as well.)
-but that doesn't solve the core issue of this conversation right here and now. That nasty, wounded part of him still doesn't want to help, doesn't want to go through the headache of trying to reason with this deranged super soldier, and just wants to revel in the frustrated fear in his voice. Serves you right, thinks that bleeding wreck of a man still very much at the forefront of Cloud's personality, I hope you fucking wake up screaming. Bastard.
Thank goodness there's still something better than that left of him. Thank Tifa, anyway, for digging it out of him down in the Lifestream.
Either way, telling the kid to go out and make friends when he's convinced of his inability to do such a thing (whatever the reasons, however legitimate) is just going to continue to piss him off. Shiva's tits. What a fucking conundrum.
Cloud turns around finally, spreading his arms in a helpless shrug before leaning his back against the windowsill to get some of that cold air on the back of his neck instead.] Okay. So. My method was persistence and having friends stronger than me to help. Since I don't have advice beyond that, and since I know jack shit about your situation beyond you being unbeatable in a fight, what d'you want me to tell you?