[ Dolores Dei would maybe be mambo and jambo to the remarkably ordinary girl sitting across from him. Still, if she knew what he were thinking, she might be inclined to say "Sort of, yeah." or something of similar meaning— the Cetra and the Innocence are rather different, and Dolores Dei herself might have more in common with Shinra heads than Aerith would ever verbally note.
But he's getting it much quicker than she expected. A part of her bleeds relief, cool and relaxed. Aerith nods. ] Pretty much. There's this place called the Promised Land, or... people think there is. And some of those people think I could lead them to it. [ He's a police officer. Surely, she thinks, he might know the greed of a capitalist. She doesn't paint the picture, because it's not a question he's asked, at the very least. ] The Ancients weren't really called that, though. They called themselves the Cetra. And the Cetra were healers. [ Her hands in her lap fidget, grasping at red lace fabric.]
My mom was the last of them. Now... it's just me. So, I'm the back up plan. [ One nonchalant shrug later, she looks to the doors to watch clean up come through. The night has gone on long. ]
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But he's getting it much quicker than she expected. A part of her bleeds relief, cool and relaxed. Aerith nods. ] Pretty much. There's this place called the Promised Land, or... people think there is. And some of those people think I could lead them to it. [ He's a police officer. Surely, she thinks, he might know the greed of a capitalist. She doesn't paint the picture, because it's not a question he's asked, at the very least. ] The Ancients weren't really called that, though. They called themselves the Cetra. And the Cetra were healers. [ Her hands in her lap fidget, grasping at red lace fabric.]
My mom was the last of them. Now... it's just me. So, I'm the back up plan. [ One nonchalant shrug later, she looks to the doors to watch clean up come through. The night has gone on long. ]