[it isn't often that something cracks the stoic mask, but seeing aerith, alive, standing in front of him does it. his eyes widen and he jerks his gun arm up, putting the sights in the canopy]
Only the ones that come up behind me.
[the pink silk wrapped tight around his bicep is a constant pressure, a reminder of preventable loss. one more sin among many, reflected back at him in the eyes of his friends whenever they come together. the pressure is still there, so how is it, then, that aerith is standing before him as if nothing ever happened
his eyes slide from her, flit from tree trunk to tree branch to shadow and back again]
not a clue. things. things are happening in remake
Only the ones that come up behind me.
[the pink silk wrapped tight around his bicep is a constant pressure, a reminder of preventable loss. one more sin among many, reflected back at him in the eyes of his friends whenever they come together. the pressure is still there, so how is it, then, that aerith is standing before him as if nothing ever happened
his eyes slide from her, flit from tree trunk to tree branch to shadow and back again]
I didn't expect to see you here, Aerith.