"Okay, smartass, I know there has to be more to it than just loving it, and so do you," Cloud snaps, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He really, really sucks at talking to people, let alone confrontations when the other party is as quick of wit and seemingly multiple steps ahead like Angeal is. None of his usual prickly nonsense seems to work on the guy. He'd rather have a one-on-one fight with a pissed off behemoth than this.

"It went-" Cloud actually pauses. How it actually went was sort-of well. World-shattering for him, but, ultimately...Fine. The existential crises were certainly a thing, but now he doesn't feel like he has to constantly watch for a katana to be skewered through his chest again, or see his nightmares around every damn corner of this place. "It went, I guess."

"What I need to know is why the hell any of this benefits you. If you know so damn much about me, you should have known that was not a good idea at all." As per usual, the awkward, and frankly somewhat stunted Cloud sees this as merely transactional, despite the results speaking volumes of over-arching benefits. A chance at a better future, healing, and closure. "You planned all of that. My problems with Sephiroth back home have nothing to do with you."

Oh, how woefully wrong this huffy stray SOLDIER is. Buried somewhere beneath the mess of memories not his own, the answers to all his questions lay out of reach.