"It must run in the little family going on," Cloud murmured softly. "Sephiroth is pretty selfish too," he added, his eyes staying on his legs. He almost wished that he had not allowed Kadaj to pull the name from him, but being here was about being honest... about showing Kadaj that not everything had to come with lies and deceit.

He tried not to think of those times when he had responded to the call, pushed with all he had to do what he had been chosen to do. His drive was to answer the call, the feeling of Jenova's cells pulling him in and wrapping him up to do exactly as Sephiroth wanted. "I suppose... I did, way back then." That was probably why he was still alived in some capacity.

Looking over at Kadaj, it seemed that giving a few details meant the remnant hungered for more out of him. "Sephiroth has a way of twisting a situation to make me question the very ideals I believe." He frowned a little, though he refused to look away. "No one likes to be a puppet, Kadaj. Do you not agree?"

He noted Kadaj's silence, but he was not about to break it with his own pushing. He knew more than Kadaj thought he did.