[Day 4]
I...
Aerith is here. She came a few hours ago, she says; she's asleep again now. I'm sticking it out with her in the lobby unless one of the bots knocks me out and drags me to my room over my dead body not without a damn good fight, I say which hopefully won't happen.
God, I can't believe she's here. Just as alive as me, which doesn't count for much, but it's something. The problem... well...
Cloud, Tifa. You must have noticed. She... doesn't remember. Not you, not that last big battle, not even the Lifestream. I don't know how or why, but whoever sent us back took her memories of her own death. I haven't told her.
To be honest, I... I really don't intend to. And I'd appreciate it if you did the same. She just got here, and it's been hard just seeing me again after five years. Hell, she doesn't even know I'm dead.
I can't tell her. Not yet. I don't know when. But I don't know what else to do.