[ He may not be familiar with it, but she is. Aerith smiles knowingly, nodding her head once, and reaches out. She laces their fingers together, and squeezes tightly, reassuringly. She used to be able to do this. It's like taking a walk to her.
The first time she had seen Midgar's slums, she had been in awe of the steel city and how big and open it was. Her mother had told her not to stare up too much, because she would fall, and she had listened, and they had walked and walked and walked in complete freedom. They were on the run at the time.
But that's not what Shin sees. As much as she tries to focus on that memory, what comes is a different sight: Aerith, as a young girl, being pulled away from her mother's body by a woman, who hurries with her in her arms away from the scene, as armed SOLDIERs and official looking men flood the scene. There's a rush of anxiety as they tear through the night, but, eventually, they come to a cottage by a waterfall. Strange, but there's a hole in the plate overhead, and it is so warm inside. Baked bread, a toasty sensation, love overflowing— ]
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The first time she had seen Midgar's slums, she had been in awe of the steel city and how big and open it was. Her mother had told her not to stare up too much, because she would fall, and she had listened, and they had walked and walked and walked in complete freedom. They were on the run at the time.
But that's not what Shin sees. As much as she tries to focus on that memory, what comes is a different sight: Aerith, as a young girl, being pulled away from her mother's body by a woman, who hurries with her in her arms away from the scene, as armed SOLDIERs and official looking men flood the scene. There's a rush of anxiety as they tear through the night, but, eventually, they come to a cottage by a waterfall. Strange, but there's a hole in the plate overhead, and it is so warm inside. Baked bread, a toasty sensation, love overflowing— ]