Cloud might have thought it sounded crazy before his memories updated, but now? Very little sounds crazy compared to everything he's been through at this point. He sips his coffee with a thoughtful frown. Shadow creatures created from the remains of someone's heart...that has to be metaphorical, right? The heart, not the creatures. But wait--

"Destroyed again? Don't put too much stock in what the Peacekeeper told you. Not convinced any of our worlds were actually destroyed. The AI's creators have lied about other things. Like claiming we're dead."

He caught that correction, though, and the thoughtful frown returns. "'Our' world. The Cloud you know's from the same world as you?"