Cloud's quiet as he goes through the memories. They seem to go in order as he remembered the flowers. He felt anxious knowing that they grew in the church and he had spent a lot of his free time there. When he got sick that's where he would always end up going and always be at.

He watches at Vincent takes his place at the wall and he tilts his head to the side. Cloud stays silent not sure what else to do for right now. The memories seemed distant and recent with the blurring of the timelines.

Any other memory in the room could lead to memories they may not want to witness. Cloud wouldn't mind sharing them with Vincent if he truly wanted to know something. He could try speaking about it here. It might be easier for him to do so.