There it is. It's worthy to call into question how Aerith has felt about any of that. A younger, bright-eyed version of herself writing letters to a guy who never actually wrote back. Wondering if he was too busy to. Wondering if maybe he never saw them. Five years is a long time not to see someone. She's certainly not the same girl she was back then. She can't imagine that he's the same guy either.
There is so much that he doesn't know. About her. Her circumstances. About the things she's seen, heard, and experienced. Maybe she's kept so much about herself a secret from him. She can remember so many times trying to learn more about him and the world he'd come from. How he came to be the man she knew him as. Charmed by how much he just wanted to truly help others.
A light in a world where there was so much darkness. A breath of fresh air where she'd not known she needed it.
Aerith shakes her head. She won't address that. Not now. Again, it's just not the time. She doesn't know when the time will be, but now is not it.]
What, you're just going to do it without me? No, no, no. I can help!
[Indicatively, she lifts her arms and she flexes. She's not nearly impressive, but maybe it's the spirit that counts.]
I'm pretty strong! I can't carry one by myself, I could probably help! [Probably. Although the way he just lifts it and makes it look so easy is enough to coerce a laugh out of her.] Or you can just do that and I'll come with you as pretty decoration or something.
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There it is. It's worthy to call into question how Aerith has felt about any of that. A younger, bright-eyed version of herself writing letters to a guy who never actually wrote back. Wondering if he was too busy to. Wondering if maybe he never saw them. Five years is a long time not to see someone. She's certainly not the same girl she was back then. She can't imagine that he's the same guy either.
There is so much that he doesn't know. About her. Her circumstances. About the things she's seen, heard, and experienced. Maybe she's kept so much about herself a secret from him. She can remember so many times trying to learn more about him and the world he'd come from. How he came to be the man she knew him as. Charmed by how much he just wanted to truly help others.
A light in a world where there was so much darkness. A breath of fresh air where she'd not known she needed it.
Aerith shakes her head. She won't address that. Not now. Again, it's just not the time. She doesn't know when the time will be, but now is not it.]
What, you're just going to do it without me? No, no, no. I can help!
[Indicatively, she lifts her arms and she flexes. She's not nearly impressive, but maybe it's the spirit that counts.]
I'm pretty strong! I can't carry one by myself, I could probably help! [Probably. Although the way he just lifts it and makes it look so easy is enough to coerce a laugh out of her.] Or you can just do that and I'll come with you as pretty decoration or something.