Cloud is very used to her face looking like that, though it's been a little while here in Etraya. He wishes she wouldn't. Though it's a little weird, since she seemed legitimately content with how things went, last he saw her - so maybe she's still missing events, or maybe she's from further on than he is now. Hmm.
"...yeah, sure." He leans an elbow on a nearby piece of furniture, the Cloud version of getting comfortable. "I mean, there's a lot. So, guess I'll just start with the last thing I remember." Could be this is Cloud's subconscious creating an excuse for not talking about the whole black materia thing. Could be just a coincidence. Who knows? Not Cloud.
He doesn't look directly at her as he speaks. "We caught up with you in the Forgotten Capital. You were praying. The Whispers were everywhere...all of 'em, not just Sephiroth's. He tried to keep us out, but we managed to open the way enough for me to get through. When I got there..." His expression darkens. "He was there. He tried to kill you." There was more going on there than that, but Aerith doesn't need to know the Whispers tried to make him kill her himself if she doesn't already.
"But, I stopped him. Just barely." If he hadn't, if she'd died there, Cloud never would have forgiven himself. A sudden flash of something, something painful, flickers through his mind, and he flinches - but he recovers quickly enough. Whatever that was must not have been all that important.
"Then you...well, I'm not really sure what happened. But you were okay." He looks up, as if the truth might be written on the ceiling. "I think...you must've used that white materia to travel between worlds. Like Sephiroth does. So you decided to go stop the meteor out there while we went to stop Sephiroth up north. Last thing I remember's getting back on the Bronco...and parting ways with you."
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You were on your way - not we.
Cloud is very used to her face looking like that, though it's been a little while here in Etraya. He wishes she wouldn't. Though it's a little weird, since she seemed legitimately content with how things went, last he saw her - so maybe she's still missing events, or maybe she's from further on than he is now. Hmm.
"...yeah, sure." He leans an elbow on a nearby piece of furniture, the Cloud version of getting comfortable. "I mean, there's a lot. So, guess I'll just start with the last thing I remember." Could be this is Cloud's subconscious creating an excuse for not talking about the whole black materia thing. Could be just a coincidence. Who knows? Not Cloud.
He doesn't look directly at her as he speaks. "We caught up with you in the Forgotten Capital. You were praying. The Whispers were everywhere...all of 'em, not just Sephiroth's. He tried to keep us out, but we managed to open the way enough for me to get through. When I got there..." His expression darkens. "He was there. He tried to kill you." There was more going on there than that, but Aerith doesn't need to know the Whispers tried to make him kill her himself if she doesn't already.
"But, I stopped him. Just barely." If he hadn't, if she'd died there, Cloud never would have forgiven himself. A sudden flash of something, something painful, flickers through his mind, and he flinches - but he recovers quickly enough. Whatever that was must not have been all that important.
"Then you...well, I'm not really sure what happened. But you were okay." He looks up, as if the truth might be written on the ceiling. "I think...you must've used that white materia to travel between worlds. Like Sephiroth does. So you decided to go stop the meteor out there while we went to stop Sephiroth up north. Last thing I remember's getting back on the Bronco...and parting ways with you."