[He purses his lips, and with her down on the couch and therefore closer to him, it doesn't take him more than a moment to reach out and set his hand over hers- the one on her chest. She touches that spot - the Brand - a lot, he's noticed. And he can't put a finger on why, exactly, since she's told him it's better now, but... it bothers him. It really does. He gives her hand a light squeeze, his gaze lowering a little.]
I know. I felt that way too. This time, and... back then.
[When she'd died, when he'd been here and helpless. He couldn't have done a damn thing to save her, much as he'd wanted to. And now it's happened again.
Surely Aerith must have felt the same when Light had been taken from them, however briefly. There's nothing wrong with letting it hurt, however... it's just tricky, plain and simple.]
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I know. I felt that way too. This time, and... back then.
[When she'd died, when he'd been here and helpless. He couldn't have done a damn thing to save her, much as he'd wanted to. And now it's happened again.
Surely Aerith must have felt the same when Light had been taken from them, however briefly. There's nothing wrong with letting it hurt, however... it's just tricky, plain and simple.]