Cloud nods with a quiet noise of acknowledgment, accepting the correction without commenting on it. He knows he's not all right, but it's so much easier - less painful - to just keep moving forward. Fake it til you make it, or whatever, right? Besides, whenever he tries to think too hard about any of it, he...well, attacks random strangers and makes impossible demands, apparently.

So pretending he's fine seems like the better option.

"Anyway, point is, I mostly stuck to basics. Guns, rifles, artillery, hand-to-hand. I've used a big-ass sword. Driven some pretty high-tech road vehicles." He shrugs. "That's about it."