His eyes widened gradually with each of the man's words, the delivery sharp in that they were matter-of-fact. Cloud leaned back as far as he could, finally turning his head away, shutting his eyes and closing his ears. His breaths were growing shallower as the man voiced each and every one of the doubts that plagued him, the things he'd tried so hard to not listen to.

"Nothing," he mouthed, barely a breath. That was all his worth, and even less, being nothing else but just a nuisance, an error. A sickness that could kill those he loved, the ones who didn't know any better.