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There, bandaging his dislocated wrists, through his tears, he knew this was repeated more times than he could count. Cloud sitting in the mansion's kitchen, opposite William next to Amasteus.

- How long has this been going on? – Cloud asked William.

- Since your parents died. - William said. - Did he get treatment? – Cloud asked. - He always did. - William said. - If I can't calm him when he wakes up, we'll have to take him back to the clinic. – Amateus said.

- Always like this? – Cloud asked. – How often does he come back? – Cloud questioned him.

- He comes back once a year, stays there for a month. – Amateus said.

- Is this all because of your parents? – Cloud wanted to know.

- This is recurrent, he never recovered, he went through several specialists, so he has depression and a case like that has no cure, only treatment, for the rest of his life. – Amateus said.