"I wouldn't dream of asking you to forgive me," Genesis agrees, a hand held out to his side as if it was always the given. "What I say will make little difference to your suffering, but to hide the implications of those last few days in Nibelheim, and the results thereafter, would only leave gaps in the story to fester."

Genesis ends up following Cloud's steps, and nods for the other to sit back down. The hand he'd motioned with ends up on Cloud's shoulder again, to help keep him upright. The boy looks like he's about lurch over.

"Still, I'd ask that you lessen your blame for Sephiroth. I'd much rather bear it than let him shoulder my cruelty, and Jenova's parasitic manipulation of him. What you witnessed was not my old friend."