Staring unfocussed at the hand around his wrist for a moment, Cloud slowly shook his head, looking up at Terra from under his bangs.

"You don't... have anything to do with it," he said softly, shaking his head again. It wasn't her fault. Even if she, in some strange twist of coincidence, could control fire, she really had nothing to do with Sephiroth.

"... sorry," Cloud sighed, frowning, "I thought I'd be able to... talk about it, even... even that little." Staring down at the imaginary lines he'd made in the table for several moments, Cloud shook himself and looked up with a determined edge to his expression.

"Do you want to know what the Planet looks like? I can do the same as I just did, just... focus on other things."