[ In another universe, their roles might be reversed. Perhaps Aerith would be a young businesswoman launching a new flower shop, cobbling it together in the hopes of making somewhere safe, somewhere neutral. And maybe he'd wander in, half-unaware of the mess unfolding around him, and she'd let him have it— but this isn't that world. In this world, Aerith is a nobody who is asleep in a bed of flowers, looking as if she might be a princess easily stirred with a kiss.
And in this world, she's supposed to be rescuing Cloud's princess with him.
Aerith's eyes snap open, and she shoots right up, sitting at shock-still attention, green gaze burning with panic. ]
Tifa! [ It's like realization is woven into her voice as she looks around, desperate for familiarity. She finds, instead, a boy who looks like he might have fit in at the slums, but not Don Corneo's mansion. ]
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And in this world, she's supposed to be rescuing Cloud's princess with him.
Aerith's eyes snap open, and she shoots right up, sitting at shock-still attention, green gaze burning with panic. ]
Tifa! [ It's like realization is woven into her voice as she looks around, desperate for familiarity. She finds, instead, a boy who looks like he might have fit in at the slums, but not Don Corneo's mansion. ]
I'm... sorry. Who are you? Could you help me?