[ Aerith can hear the emotion even if he really doesn't want her to - the hitch in his breathing, the way he pauses and goes silent, and for a moment she closes her eyes and bows her head. Hands clasped in front of her, she gives herself a moment to wish - a little thing she had given up on so many years ago, hoping and hoping and wishing and giving them all up for one single thing.
It's different, now, after her White Materia, and she knows it - wishes and prayers are too heavy for her heart, even as she keeps doing it.
When she opens her eyes again, it's to Cloud's voice, and a small, slow smile settles across her lips. Easily enough, she nods, even if he can't see it, her heart beating faster and faster in her chest. ]
Of course. I'm ready now! I want to see you, Cloud. [ She needs to see him - needs to see him smile. ]
voice. my hEART
It's different, now, after her White Materia, and she knows it - wishes and prayers are too heavy for her heart, even as she keeps doing it.
When she opens her eyes again, it's to Cloud's voice, and a small, slow smile settles across her lips. Easily enough, she nods, even if he can't see it, her heart beating faster and faster in her chest. ]
Of course. I'm ready now! I want to see you, Cloud. [ She needs to see him - needs to see him smile. ]