"Something like that, yeah. I mean, I know what's going to happen because Tifa told me, but also because of a dream we had. All of us. In it Sephiroth and I were our future selves. I don't remember everything about his past but I know how he felt when they fought and the things he thought about when they did."

He waved his hand, as if trying to dismiss that future history. "But if we're here on Gaia all of that won't...can't happen, right? It's one thing to know what's going to happen but if we're not there...and even if we become our future selves we'll still remember everything about this world. It's not the same."

But the thing was that it was a subject that Sephiroth had avoided wanting to talk about while Cloud had grown a bit fervent in trying to defy. All the others from Gaia on the other had had been fairly fatalistic about his future and its inevitability. Faced with future trauma and a shattered mind on a plate, is it any wonder Cloud would try to find another way out?