[in these few seconds, something becomes abundantly clear: sephiroth does not know—these normal, trivial things about anyone's life, of who your parents are, to whom you belong... sephiroth doesn't have this knowledge. it paints a different picture, and as cloud brings his hand down from holding onto his head, pity is in his eyes.]

[pity for a man that does not deserve it.]

And you believe anything Hojo ever says?

[though cloud knows, as he speaks it, that hojo can be many things—twisted, vile, amoral—but his words are strongly laced with truth, blunt as it may be. but something like this? it sounds farfetched and like a lie told to make shinra's biggest asset silent and demure were he to be insistent about his questions.]

We fought Jenova. It was a monster—a powerful one. It appeared to us in South Sister that one night. [with the tentacles and the face of death, across the many mirrors and the darkness.] —but once we defeated it, it was nothing but a maimed corpse.

[cloud frowns, and takes a step forward towards sephiroth—ultimately stopping as if remembering who this man is.]

Hojo fed you a lie.

[there's no other possible reason.]