[ He's speaking as she opens the door, twisting the door knob and stepping out into the open, cold air of the world. The slums get freezing in the winter months but there's something different about a world that isn't blanketed in the promise of total industrialization. There's little, tiny flakes of white fluttering down from the sky, falling at her sandaled feet. She's really not dressed for this weather and worse yet, she has no means to get dressed for this weather. She's going to have to get really, really used to whatever this is, and quickly, if she's going to survive. Curious, she holds out both of her hands, palms up, to catch the snowflakes in her hands. They land and melt instantly.
Taking another step on the stone of pathways she doesn't know, Aerith... realizes she lacks pockets, actually. There's a lot to sentence her for, she muses with an unladylike snort, parroting back at him: ] A sentencing? [ For what? Eco-terrorism?
...Well...
He's saying something about being "the Chosen" while she's pulling a slip of wrinkled parchment out of her dress. In her hands, she unfolds it, smooths it out, and reads each word like it has the answer for her. What stares back at her is exactly what she expected to see: her damnation. It's a fair one, too, and makes her think of every person in her life she's ever betrayed, or let down, or failed to protect.
Sighing, she closes her eyes, arms going limp. ]
Claude, you've never heard of the plate, have you?
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Taking another step on the stone of pathways she doesn't know, Aerith... realizes she lacks pockets, actually. There's a lot to sentence her for, she muses with an unladylike snort, parroting back at him: ] A sentencing? [ For what? Eco-terrorism?
...Well...
He's saying something about being "the Chosen" while she's pulling a slip of wrinkled parchment out of her dress. In her hands, she unfolds it, smooths it out, and reads each word like it has the answer for her. What stares back at her is exactly what she expected to see: her damnation. It's a fair one, too, and makes her think of every person in her life she's ever betrayed, or let down, or failed to protect.
Sighing, she closes her eyes, arms going limp. ]
Claude, you've never heard of the plate, have you?