[ A normal person might give him his privacy, but Aerith, who stares back at him with conviction in her eyes after hearing that, cannot simply do that. Instead— ]
Then I'll believe for you.
[ She looks.
From there, it's a matter of gesturing for him to follow her lead. It's a crumbled paper, held tight, but doesn't that just tell the stars how much this had mattered to him? Doesn't it say enough, for it to be in that state? He doesn't have to believe. That's all the more reason to hang it, she thinks. Nothing will come of it. ]
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Then I'll believe for you.
[ She looks.
From there, it's a matter of gesturing for him to follow her lead. It's a crumbled paper, held tight, but doesn't that just tell the stars how much this had mattered to him? Doesn't it say enough, for it to be in that state? He doesn't have to believe. That's all the more reason to hang it, she thinks. Nothing will come of it. ]