[they're cut from a similar source in that regard; pride bolsters them to their convictions, and while it may be truth for sephiroth and a facsimile for cloud of someone else, it's the very same thing that keeps them both stunted to reproach and incapable of abandoning their efforts so easily, too.]
[it does not make cloud feel any better to have sephiroth's entire attention, or to have his words acquiesce to the sentiment he's been trying to coalesce from abstraction into some kind of form.]
[the last thing cloud wants is to leave sephiroth to his own devices; that much is a truth that he doesn't have to voice out. sephiroth should know it.]
... [but try as he might, cloud cannot bring himself to say the words. i apologize, much less i'm sorry. it makes him sick, because of who sephiroth is to become. cloud is not quite there yet—to apologize to the man who murdered his mother and burnt down his home. instead, he tries a roundabout route.] I was out of line.
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[it does not make cloud feel any better to have sephiroth's entire attention, or to have his words acquiesce to the sentiment he's been trying to coalesce from abstraction into some kind of form.]
[the last thing cloud wants is to leave sephiroth to his own devices; that much is a truth that he doesn't have to voice out. sephiroth should know it.]
... [but try as he might, cloud cannot bring himself to say the words. i apologize, much less i'm sorry. it makes him sick, because of who sephiroth is to become. cloud is not quite there yet—to apologize to the man who murdered his mother and burnt down his home. instead, he tries a roundabout route.] I was out of line.