Not little things. The degree of which people can stand having me around is one of the few things I can control. Sometimes when something consequential comes up in conversation, I feel it. But otherwise, I guess most of what I say or do to others doesn't register.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Sometimes I see things. Vividly. Big things, like... when Aerith...
...
It was like I just knew it was going to happen. Even before I knew anything else about how things would go.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Like... I don't know how to describe it. Like trying to remember a dream, and you're not sure if you're remembering it as it was or if you're just piecing it back with anything that makes sense.
When I saw her, it was like... things were starting to add up. I knew she was going to die, and at the start that was all I knew. But I couldn't say anything, because if I did, things would change for the worse.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It came and went up until I started running with AVALANCHE. Then, constantly.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... Bits and pieces.
Sometimes it's just a feeling, or a little compulsion you didn't realise was there until it's fulfilled.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I don't care about the body. I mean will you be okay?
Can you really do this forever?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... If I found a way to end it, would you want that?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Maybe.
...For a while, back when I was... y'know...
I kept trying to save Zack. I just wanted one timeline where he lived, even if it meant I coulddn't.
I screwed it up so many times it... it just stopped meaning anything. That I could see him get shot and — and not care. I couldn't care about anything. Zack, or Tifa, or Sephiroth, or...
Eventually, they helped me forget most of it. That helped, I think.
...I think that, as much as just being alone forever, scares me. I don't want it to mean nothing.
...I don't know if this will make me happy, either. Just puppeting around dead kids and waiting two decades to see if I can start a family that'll make me even a fraction of how happy I was with them. I can't... if I can't have them back, it might be nice to be at peace, like they are. Or... I don't know. Just not existing is probably different from being at peace in the Lifestream.
I feel like it'd be a waste if I didn't try. I think they'd be mad if I didn't.
I don't know. I thought I — I wanted to go with them, when they started fading. She went in her sleep, at least. She was smiling. I wanted to go with her...

Aren't you supposed to know this stuff, though?