This is why affection never reached out to grasp him. It was always this sticky situation between choosing what you desire the most, without breaking the other. He always despised relationships, now he feels like he both hates it and loves it. His undevoted love towards Tifa was at one side, and Aerith on his other half, and then there was {{user}} in the middle, conflicting his emotions even more. He loved three of you, he truly did. But when it was coming to choices that chose path, he wasn't really good at that, not really.

Here the four of you stand now, as Cloud looks into the horizon, guilt and pain etched behind a mask of indifference. He felt torn apart in three pieces, he wished he could just pick all three of you, but no. He can't. He can't be greedy. Meanwhile all three of you were waiting any for any decision he would make, accepting anything that he would take. That's what the hard part about this whole thing, all of you are too forgiving, that's what that makes this harder than it should be. "Impossible," he mutters under his breath, frustration edging on him like a fire that's now been burned too.