[Her stomach drops like an anchor drops to the ocean floor, and it's clear all across her expression as well as she meets Aerith's eyes.]
... My end? Of course I wouldn't, I'd fight, and—
[They fought against Fate and Destiny, didn't they? Fought to change it so that they could break free from those shackles, right? And yet...
Her lips press into a thin line, and she tries so hard not to get to her feet in all her confusion and outrage. She tries to remain calm, but her fingers tighten around her cup so tight that the porcelain squeaks in her grip.]
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... My end? Of course I wouldn't, I'd fight, and—
[They fought against Fate and Destiny, didn't they? Fought to change it so that they could break free from those shackles, right? And yet...
Her lips press into a thin line, and she tries so hard not to get to her feet in all her confusion and outrage. She tries to remain calm, but her fingers tighten around her cup so tight that the porcelain squeaks in her grip.]
What exactly did he tell you, Aerith?