Tifa stood there, hands planted on her hips scanning everything she had done. The truck was intact filled with all the essentials, food, first aid supplies, and some spare weapons if they needed them. The wheels were changed and the weight of the vehicle was altered so they would move quicker. Then right next to the old blue Chevy was Cloud's steel black motorcycle. Seeing it there made Tifa somber and depressed. Cloud wouldn't come, he was too bent on Aerith and the dreams to even care about his friends. "Dilly dally shilly shally…" she whispered to herself before turning away heading back into the bar. She had hoped through the days of preparation Cloud would have awoken to his senses, but of course he didn't. Still he sat there in his room dwelling on lost memories of his past.

Cloud.

"Aerith? Is that you? Are you here with me right now? I wanted to tell you something, it is important?"

Why aren't you helping the others Cloud? They need you.

"I can't help anyone. Aerith because of me you died, I could have done something but I did nothing. Sephiroth killed you and I-"

Cloud Tifa is going to leave.

"Tifa?"

They all will if you don't get up soon.

"Wait I wanted to know can sins be forgiven?"

"Aerith? Aerith are you there?"

Tell me what else is dear to you Cloud. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.

"Sephiroth!"

Cloud…

"Aerith wait I will save you!" Cloud snapped up his hand reaching outward towards the door. "Another dream? Why do I keep having them… why does Sephiroth keep coming…" Cloud could still see his smirking face smiling at him his sword red with Aerith's blood. He had taken the most dearest thing to Cloud and he would never get it back, only in his dreams did he see here; that is where he wanted to stay. "Can sins… be forgiven Aerith…?"

"Cloud." A deep voice came from the shadows making Cloud start. "Get up." The tall languid figure came from the shadows his skin pale as ivory except for the red tinted eyes of animal lust. Vincent Valentine, a valuable member of Cloud's gang and a good friend as well. "It is time."

"Vincent, can you answer me one thing?"

"What is it?"

"Can sins be forgiven?"

Vincent paused; turning towards the open window his eyes squinting as the sun shined turning the pupils small. "I have never tried."

"Never tried? Don't you ever want to be forgiven for everything you have ever done… to have someone just accept it and forgive who you are." Cloud's eyes were on his palms as if they were dirtied by Aerith's blood as if he blamed himself.

"I blame myself… I do not need to be forgiven. Lucreacia…I blame myself for that incident." Vincent had always been short and simple straight to the point never saying one word. "Cloud."

He was silent his eyes still searching glued looking for the flicker of life in them. "I can't go with you." He whispered slowly waiting for Vincent's steps to reside away from him along with the click of the door being shut. "I want to try, but it won't happen. Her blood is on my hands." He slowly laid back his eyes drifting. "I will have to find her in my dreams again…"

Cloud I never blamed you. Not once.

"I couldn't save you…"

Still you came back remember. You came and found me. I was happy.

"You were dead…"

Dilly dally shilly shally.

"Dilly dally shilly shally?"

Forgive and forget Cloud.

"Are sins ever forgiven."

I believe so.

"I am going to try okay Aerith?"

Good, Tifa and the others are waiting for you.

"Right."

Cloud's eyes slowly opened peering around the dark clouded room. Everything was silent besides the silent muffling of the group beneath talking mostly planning the means of action. "Aerith it looks like our fight was never over…" he whispered getting up his back cracking as he moved. "We will need to finish it then once and for all."

"I am glad to here you say that Cloud… I have been waiting." In the door way Tifa stood her face brightened with a smile as she stared at him. "I missed you Cloud. Let's go."