[ The futon is rolled out, and Aerith fusses with it so that it's perfect. The pair of them accomplish his much, and she laughs a little over it. ]
Maybe so! [ Her quip is accented by the knowing smile she gives him, looking up at Six through long, brown bangs. What he describes to her is not new to Aerith in any capacity, as a person who has spent her whole life sensing what isn't physically there. Life, in truth, always finds her: For that reason, she only gives him a smile, sympathetic in it's ghostly corners.
His voice carries notes of sadness, a haunting sound that she'll remember for her whole life. There is a great deal of him that is a mystery to her, she realizes. How much of it will require taking down walls, brick by brick? ]
But what are these things, Six? [ He says he already knows them, offers it up on a silver platter for her to dissect. Aerith's brows furrow in concern, though the smile is still in place. This is, she hopes, a safe place to him. She holds no judgement in her voice. ]
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Maybe so! [ Her quip is accented by the knowing smile she gives him, looking up at Six through long, brown bangs. What he describes to her is not new to Aerith in any capacity, as a person who has spent her whole life sensing what isn't physically there. Life, in truth, always finds her: For that reason, she only gives him a smile, sympathetic in it's ghostly corners.
His voice carries notes of sadness, a haunting sound that she'll remember for her whole life. There is a great deal of him that is a mystery to her, she realizes. How much of it will require taking down walls, brick by brick? ]
But what are these things, Six? [ He says he already knows them, offers it up on a silver platter for her to dissect. Aerith's brows furrow in concern, though the smile is still in place. This is, she hopes, a safe place to him. She holds no judgement in her voice. ]