[ A shift comes to pass in front of his face. Aerith sees it plainly, spots it like she can spot a storm cloud in the hole sat over her church in Sector 5. It hangs heavy, disruptive. ]
Cloud? [ She closes the distance, free of hesitation. With worry in her butterfly green gaze, Aerith peers up at Cloud, head tilted gently, as though staring at him from a different angle might unearth what's settled onto him like a boulder. ]
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Cloud? [ She closes the distance, free of hesitation. With worry in her butterfly green gaze, Aerith peers up at Cloud, head tilted gently, as though staring at him from a different angle might unearth what's settled onto him like a boulder. ]
What went wrong?
[ She can guess. But could it be true? ]