Until we can give it back. [ She repeats, helpfully. ]

You don't want to? [ There's a little pout tugging at the corners of her mouth. Not displeasure, no, just guilt ghosting her features.

She holds her hand out, all the same. ]

Look, we can talk about it all you want, argue even, but either way, it'll still be with me until we finalize that decision.

[ In other words, as it is: Aerith intends to keep up the argument until the Night Parade. Oops. ]