[ Her gaze settles on him as if she's looking through him. Sympathy is written into her features then, as if she's done wrong by him. In some ways, perhaps she has. So focused on barreling ahead and move on has she been that Aerith hadn't considered even that much. ]
Something wrong?
[ She opens the door, all the same. Maybe an apology is in order? ]
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Something wrong?
[ She opens the door, all the same. Maybe an apology is in order? ]