[ Again Lightning is confused, but that's as far as she gets before she notices those footsteps aren't a part of the rain and Hope blasts into the picture as well.
At first she just sits stunned, almost uncomprehending as her eyes move from teen to woman and back. With both of them there, her emotions threaten to overload completely under the pressure- that all-consuming grief and regret from being turned into a Cie'th seem to corrupt her perception of them as well: as careful as she tried to be, how her behavior before she died seems utterly insufficient, how much she's messed up in dealing with them...
How she's breaking her promise to Hope to get him home... and how if they stay here, the likelihood of him meeting the same fate she just went through is nearly a guarantee. ]
Oh no...
[ As upset as she already is, it's too much handle. Aerith touches her, and she abruptly loses it entirely, taking several frantic breaths and then-- she reaches for Hope like a woman drowning, grabbing hold of his shirt and roughly dragging him close enough to put arms around. Regardless, it's not him she starts talking to again, completely incoherent again, her voice and body shaking: ]
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[ Again Lightning is confused, but that's as far as she gets before she notices those footsteps aren't a part of the rain and Hope blasts into the picture as well.
At first she just sits stunned, almost uncomprehending as her eyes move from teen to woman and back. With both of them there, her emotions threaten to overload completely under the pressure- that all-consuming grief and regret from being turned into a Cie'th seem to corrupt her perception of them as well: as careful as she tried to be, how her behavior before she died seems utterly insufficient, how much she's messed up in dealing with them...
How she's breaking her promise to Hope to get him home... and how if they stay here, the likelihood of him meeting the same fate she just went through is nearly a guarantee. ]
Oh no...
[ As upset as she already is, it's too much handle. Aerith touches her, and she abruptly loses it entirely, taking several frantic breaths and then-- she reaches for Hope like a woman drowning, grabbing hold of his shirt and roughly dragging him close enough to put arms around. Regardless, it's not him she starts talking to again, completely incoherent again, her voice and body shaking: ]
Aerith, we have-- it has to stop, it's...!