[ When the phone is pocketed again, Aerith replaces it in her hand with a flower, a pink zinnia she imagines would look lovely on the girl in front of her. It's a fluid motion, as if she's quite used to it. ]

I know. [ A recollection strikes her; desperately looking for a piece of home in the early weeks of her journey into Hell, only to find herself rooting around in alley ways and abandoned buildings. It was a long search, capped off by the realization that she never really needed to look at all. ] For a while, it seemed like that's all there was here. Cement, pavement, buildings, nothing like them.

[ A knowing smile crosses her lips. Only someone who understands what the flowers can mean to you would grasp what she means. ] But now, we can all enjoy then. Together.