004 ► TEXT ► thoughts.
John, was it? Sir. My name is Fayt Leingod. I wish to speak to you, if I may?
PRIVATE ► unhackable.
Aerith. Oh, Apris. Sometimes I have to mentally kick myself to shake off the feeling that she's Sophia. Because she's not. Alike, yes. Very much so. But she's not her. Sophia is dead, dammit!
Why...?
((ooc: Backdated to the night before the Hope Card Plot, just as Fayt is going to bed and doing some thinking.))
PRIVATE ► unhackable.
Aerith. Oh, Apris. Sometimes I have to mentally kick myself to shake off the feeling that she's Sophia. Because she's not. Alike, yes. Very much so. But she's not her. Sophia is dead, dammit!
Why...?
((ooc: Backdated to the night before the Hope Card Plot, just as Fayt is going to bed and doing some thinking.))