Nov 29, 2008 20:27
[Aerith's sitting in the cathedral, kneeling in front of the flowers. She's rubbing her hands together as if trying to warm them while she seems to speak to the flowers.]
One month. An entire month, nothing. Not a face, not a name, and I was never the wiser. The marks are gone now, but why did I get them in the first place? Was it a punishment for forgetting? Penance? I bought my freedom and lost him, how could I ever-- [She goes quiet,shaking her head.]
It is over now, whatever it was. Or at least for the moment. Waking up to find my hands bleeding was horrifying enough, but to know that I lost... [She sighs, no good stewing over it now.]
Cloud, I'm sorry...
(original) cloud,
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