[ The greed and propaganda that killed Zack will kill them both, some day, Aerith thinks. Sephiroth has no reason to lie to her, and for that reason, she words tirelessly. She will die, felled by a nearly unstoppable threat, and Zack, too, was much the same. She watches Sephiroth in the same way a mongoose watches a snake, now, ready to strike when it suits her own narrative for once.

It isn't lost on her that if he could, Sephiroth would still make her into a sacrificial lamb. ]

Everyone dies, eventually. Even you, Sephiroth.

[ She hasn't forgotten that they can and will kick his ass. ]

His death didn't mean anything. He had to return to the planet, but he left all of us changed afterward.

[ ... ]

Even you.

[ That's why Zack still comes to mind, isn't it? Even if it's just a little bit... something must have grown between them. Brothers in arms, at the very least, men who shared a battlefield, who lived and knew they could have died together. Something like that is unbreakable, even in his present state. ]