I never believed in a past life before. But now? I'm beginning to. I can't imagine myself caught up in all that. You know me, Aerith -- I'd flirt with a fly, but I'd never hurt one, [ he says, his own smile coming up a little empty. He can't get a good read on Aerith right now. There's something tender in her, something sore, something brittle that she's trying to soften. Maybe she's just scared too. Scared, and trying to make him feel better.

He wonders how many people she's told about these visions, and what reactions she's been given. If she told him this without him having a vision of his own, he probably would have fretted over her, thinking that she was having hallucinations born of some illness or drug.

But what drug would cause her to have a vision like that? It's true that he'd felt as though he was deep in it too, but that's different than what Aerith is talking about, a feeling with nuance, a feeling that you cradle to your chest. ]

If you're crazy, then I am too. A vision of a past life is one thing, but would you really remember feelings that vivid? What purpose would a vision like that have? [ His lips thin. ]

Maybe... maybe that man fought in the same war I remember? Did you feel anything towards him? Fear, or love, or -- anything like that?