Cloud shrugs at Scout. He looks around to see if anyone else is still about.
Zack puts his sword on his back. Who knows what magic holds it in place... Probably a powerful magnet.
"Terra, I'm sorry. I know a little something about being used. As a SOLDIER the company and especially some of the people in the company, saw me and my fellows as little more than tools. To be used to crush their enemies and protect their interests. I realized that after... they locked me and Cloud up for years, experimented heavily on him, and after our escape tried to kill us both. We were loose ends. Just like Banora, Genesis, even Angeal." He touches the hilt of his sword at the name Angeal.
"I'm sorry, it's not the same, as I choose my path, but I do understand somewhat."