Denzel had been hiding out in Cloud's office in the back room of the bar in Edge. It was weird having complete strangers in his home and even more weird without Tifa.

He sat in Cloud's office chair, hugging his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. He had been crying. He blamed himself for everything. If only he had been strong like Cloud, then Sephiroth wouldn't have been a problem. But he wasn't. He wasn't strong or brave or heroic like Cloud. He was just a stupid kid.