[He won't make him speak on it further, he won't make him talk about it when it's obviously unpleasant. Not with that press of the lips, not with the expression that Cloud has right now. None of it speaks of any answers that would really help him, and the idea of things taking a nosedive for him seem far too plausible even mentally deny.
A nosedive... He wonders, if back home, if it hasn't already started. Born of death, and loss, and secrets and bits of paper work. Of Shinra's choices, of hidden agendas, and so much more.]
I'm honestly not surprised. [It slips from his mouth before he even realizes that it has, and it can't be taken back. He wants to be surprised, though. He honestly doesn't want to think about how easily everything could go wrong. But so much had already gone wrong as it was, how much had been lost, what truths had come crawling up with clawed intentions. And from what it sounds like, from what Cloud doesn't want to say, from what Cloud says that he doesn't want to know... There's only one fate for Zack. And it leaves him feeling bitter and like bile is in his mouth, it's an impossibly painful reaction, and he doesn't know how to deal with it now.
So he doesn't. He doesn't respond for a moment, and simply breathes. Making himself calm before actually continuing on.] But it's not important, not now.
[He focuses on Cloud heavily now.] ...So there is nothing certain, save for the fact that we are at war in the heart of every existence, and there is a threat that could someday destroy our homes? This seems more like chaos than anything else.