The moment that Sephiroth had started to reply was the moment that Cloud knew it was hopeless. There was too much refusal and bitterness in the ex-General to accept a child-like idea of memories. Perhaps the silver-haired man had never been childish enough to accept anything but the betrayal of what had happened over and over again. One loss after another until Sephiroth was utterly alone.

"Are you so certain it was without a second thought?" He didn't know Gast at all, but he had seen those videos. The man had seemed pleasant and professional, but there seemed to be more of a moral fiber than Hojo. No, he knew that it was impossible to tell what Gast had been thinking at the time.

Looking up at the ex-General, he offered a sad sort of smile before forcing himself to sit up more and plant a kiss on the silver-haired man's cheek. "Then I suppose that this place is your home, and even in war, we'll do what we can for happy memories."