...Mmm... [Aerith watches Baldr stretch into a pile of tired puppy fluff not far from the door, her lips pursed in thought. The words are hard to find. For what seems the hundredth time she's wondering if this will help--what good will it do?

...What she wants to do is a lot simpler to think. If she focuses on that, maybe something could be figured out.]

I want... to figure out another way to go back home. Not the Malnosso's or this Planet's way, or whoever's responsible for it. I don't like it. We're thrust back into that moment we were taken from, even if it was bad for us. ...Even if... some of us were dead.