A year or so ago, Cloud would have told her he did want to be alone, actually, and then promptly ignored her. Now, though, things are...different. Cloud is different. Or at least, he thinks he is.

He glances over to see the same girl who gave him the drink in the first place. Looks young. Maybe Yuffie's age? Hard to tell.

"...is it true that nobody who's come here from another world has ever gone back?" he asks quietly, turning his gaze back out the window and up to the sky.