[Entrails definitely get a wince from Aerith, but it smooths out into a wry smile as it keeps going. ...Drunk Light might even be able to give Cid some new ideas. But still--]
People don't bend that much. Come on, let's go home. [THEY'RE A GOIN'. ...SLOWLY.]
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People don't bend that much. Come on, let's go home. [THEY'RE A GOIN'. ...SLOWLY.]