Because your Focus is stupid-- [Like approaching a wounded animal is right, though that doesn't keep Aerith from being perfectly, bluntly frank about the idiocy of the Focus. Light needs some sense back: she didn't want that Focus, the fal'Cie did. She couldn't keep thinking the way they wanted!

Hope's arrival interrupts her, the pounding footsteps announcing his arrival. She looks back, frowning unhappily to see him disheveled and distraught. She moves aside, giving him space to be in front of Light, but stays close with the umbrella; with the wind and the rain, even she feels the cold in her bolero. This isn't good for either of them...]

Come on, Light. Let's get inside, hm? [She reaches out to touch the woman's arm.] You look like you hopped in the bath with your clothes on.