"There is little that is easy to tell at all." Sephiroth shrugs slightly. "If there is some way to divert the course of his life, then what I could tell him may be irrelevant. If there isn't...he shouldn't have to live with that knowledge. It will be miserable enough to live moment to moment without spending his life dreading it."

Sephiroth listens to Cloud, but rapidly his expression of anticipatory understanding turns to an uneasy bafflement. "At...Gongaga?" he murmurs, half to himself, before he lapses into silence as he lets Cloud finish. By the time he does...Sephiroth looks, at best, perturbed.

"I...don't remember the events you're describing. The Cloud I knew...those things never happened to him. Not the way you describe. I would know if they had."

Then, quieter: "It may be that there are variations in our timelines that I hadn't anticipated." Deeply unsettling to consider, since that directly affects how much Sephiroth knows of this Cloud's circumstances, and how much he can truly do for him. "Either that, or what you saw was a fabrication...but I don't think there's any way to know for sure."