[Ah.

"Everything here is so temporary."

Aerith feels her chest tighten. She feels that intensely. More than she'd like to. There's no getting away from it. Even in moments when she's pretending that she's not overthinking that very point, it's always there—a nagging voice in the back of her mind. She is reminded constantly that she can't allow herself to be completely taken in by this... charade of a 'domesticated' life. It won't come true.

It doesn't surprise her at all to know that Tifa feels something similar. At least, so it would seem she does. For several moments, she isn't sure how to respond to that, but a quiet sip of her cocoa and a clear of the throat later, and Aerith is ready to attempt tackling this challenge.]

If it's something you want, don't you owe it to yourself to chase after it? If you hold yourself back from the things you want, it's not really living. I don't think this is something that would hurt other people, so it'd be hard for me to tell you not to do it. After all, I want you to be happy. Who says you have to be in Midgard to be happy?

[She shakes her head.] If you feel strongly for this guy, make sure he knows it. Own it.