Cloud wishes he could say that helped at all, but it really didn't. No more than hitting Sephiroth over and over again had. But what else can he do? All he has is his impotent fury, boundless grief, and newfound strength he's barely tested the limits of.

He steps forward to stand over Genesis, fists and jaw both clenched. He doesn't move to strike again, not yet, but the look in his eye says he's thinking about it. "Betrayed your friends, you said. Is that all you care about?"