[ That's a heavy question, she thinks, puckering her lips in a thoughtful manner before nodding in agreeance. It's true, she knows. The point of it all is simple in Aerith's mind. She meets Helly's smile with her own, again. ]

Our time is precious and fleeting. Every moment could be our last. So it's important to treat it that way... The point of anything, I guess, is writing our own meanings for them. Defining them for ourselves, and defending that meaning in our hearts.

[ Hmm. Maybe that's not quite what Helly meant. Aerith tilts her head. ] If that's what it means to you, then that's your story.