"Referring to a whole lot of that," Cloud says quietly, expression pensive. He can feel a pang in his chest at the sort-of confirmation of just how dire being brought up by ShinRa's Science Department is. It's probably even worse than his expectations, really. "The kind of living hell those bastards in the Science Department made for you. Not hard to get from how the kid was behaving. Some of the shit he said. Know what they did to Red, too."

Context. More of it, to shatter his worldview on his mortal foe. The man who was his hero.

Cloud doesn't know the half of just how much he can actually commiserate about the Science Department, far beyond merely the SOLDIER memories that are not truly his.

The blond pauses, considering. So Sephiroth's taking care of his younger self. Something inside him, foreign and not....Not quite his own seems to stir at that, radiating a sense of knowing understanding and approval. It dissipates as soon as it makes itself known, with Cloud actively shoving it back into the recesses of his mind. He's gotten quite good at doing that with the other voices over the last while. If that's that other presence again, it can get the hell out. The dragon soul, or whatever Angeal called it.

"...He giving you a hard time?"