It was both a high and low for Vincent to see his friends through Cloud's memories. He felt as if he were there, at those times, experiencing the memories for himself. Aerith and Tifa would be a welcome addition to this world, he thought. Perhaps that made him selfish, and he could accept that about himself.

He wondered if Cloud hoped for them as well. Your opinion is all that matters to me.. He recalled Cloud saying to Tifa during that mess of fire and illusions. He believed Tifa gave him strength in a way the rest of Cloud's friends couldn't. Vincent hurt for Cloud; maybe because of the memories.

"I believe..." He started. He paused for a breath. "I think Reeve and myself may not be enough, but we're here."