Really? [ Incredulity filters into her voice like sunlight through a window, illuminating her confusion. Not aimed at him, no. ] That's weird, [ Aerith offers softly, thoughtfully, looking away, and into the pews as she considers this image. ]

I can't remember anything like a rooftop or images, actually. Just a feeling. Really... an overwhelming sense of trying to protect people. [ A pause falls over her now, before her gaze slips back to him, through the corner of her eye. She feels bad, suddenly, laying her own problem at his feet.

Then again, it is Minato. ]

Did you save them?