[Aerith's sitting on her bed, her back to the wall as she hugs her knees. Her mess of hair hides her face, the heavy tangles falling around her shoulders like a bedraggled mantle. Her voice is rough and as damaged as always, but there's a sharp edge of hysteria buried in it.]

No. No no no no no. Where is it? Where is it? It's GONE. Can't feel it, ( Read more... )