[ Something about the way it's asked makes him feel like he's going to regret telling him the answer. With a soft breath, annoyed, he turns his head to glance again at the commotion in front of them. ]

...Yeah, I did. I figured I had to get rid of it somehow.

[ He figures that if he dumped it on the grass, or out into the wild somewhere, Aerith probably wouldn't be very happy with him. Not like she would know, but maybe he'd feel a little guilty about it. ]

It...Well. There are some things that I hope aren't permanent, is all.

[ Narrowing his eyes, slightly, he hopes the stranger will let him leave it at that. ]