[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... )

[She's perched on a rock, her hair sheared off leaving feathery ringlets behind, and the tattoo that had been on the back of her hand is gone.]

Tick tock, tick tock, counting down the doomsday clock. Darkness and pitch black pain left where healthy growth once lay. All the little puppets in pretty little rows, where they'll stay, nobody knows.This ( Read more... )