[ He gets what he wants, redirects the conversation flawlessly. Aerith stares, holds his gaze. His eyes, too, bare the mark of a SOLDIER, mako pollution pulsing in his veins, but there's something more, too. ]

He never... replied to any of my letters.

[ He goes what he wants out of her, but perhaps there's something to be sad about Aerith's willingness to talk about Zack, at all. A melancholic wash to her tone breaks through the hesitation. ] When I finished the last one, I realized I didn't even know. Where to send it, where he was, anything like that...

[ That had been her goodbye, but she never quite moved on, in the end. ]

I'll finish what he started.