Cloud nods, less on edge about all this than she might expect. “Yeah. We got this. It’s really not so bad here, once you get used to it.” He glances up. “We know there’s somebody out there protecting our physical bodies, too. Trying to help. I tried to figure out how to reach ‘em but…no dice so far.”

Right, the bridge. The visions. The fight with Sephiroth, and he can certainly understand why she’d be hesitant to mention it; she has no way of knowing all that’s happened since then. Who Sephiroth really is.

He nods. “Yeah. I remember. We fought destiny and kicked its ass.” He gives her a small smile. “Last I remember, though, we’d only just left Midgar. Hadn’t gotten as far as Kalm yet. You and Aerith were trying to hitchhike.” For whatever reason. They really could’ve just walked, but whatever.