[Given the description given, Aerith would remember a young man with wolf ears. There's been no exact shortage of uncommon physical accents on people. Fenton comes to mind immediately, though he's a bit more on the extreme side of things, she supposes. Science duck? Man with wolf ears? These two things may not be best suited for comparison.
The rest of what she says, however, tells Aerith that Tifa has a type. She doesn't say this. Doesn't feel like that's the most sensitive thing to say, but that seems to be the way of it. Tifa does things with intention, and as such, it can't be uncanny coincidence.]
No. I definitely don't know anyone with that name. Or the wolf ear thing.
[Tifa's brows arch up, and after a moment of exchanging a look with Aerith, she drops her gaze.]
That's the thing...
[Is it? She'd like to think so, but there was something else to consider on top of all of that. Something in common that loomed over them all in this place that she can't quite seem to shake off.]
I guess that's why I asked about you and Balthier. Everything here is so temporary, so... I don't know.
[She rolls her shoulders in a small, almost defeated shrug.]
I think so... I'd like it to be, but I guess that's something we all have to keep in mind.
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.
[The words echo loud and clear in her head, as if it was only yesterday that she was begging Aerith to do the same. To find happiness regardless of how short their time might be here, because it was what she deserved. That they would be wasting away their days if they sat and thought about how fickle the world can be... It's easier said than done when she doesn't have to worry about it—Tifa knew that all of the people most important to her would be there when she returned home. Cloud, Aerith, Red, and Barret... They would be at her side as if nothing changed.
But now?
She thinks she can understand—even just a little bit—what Aerith was feeling.]
I'll try... [There's a beat of silence that follows, and Tifa sips on her cocoa.] It's a little scary.
Maybe not word-for-word, but... It was pretty close, Tifa.
[Which is true. Tifa's reassuring has continued to stay in Aerith's mind. She's had to keep it there because every time she starts to think about closing herself off again, she knows it wouldn't take much for her to withdraw. And that would... do absolutely no one any good. It's not easy. Every single day it's a struggle, and Aerith suspects Tifa gets that, too.]
And you're right. It is scary. But... think about it this way.
[Aerith motions between the two of them.] You've got me. You don't have to go through this alone, especially since we're both kind of going through the same thing. [Misery loves company or something like it, though she wouldn't describe anything about her relationship with Balthier as particularly misery-inducing.]
Besides, I've got to meet this guy and make sure that he meets my standards, you know.
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[Given the description given, Aerith would remember a young man with wolf ears. There's been no exact shortage of uncommon physical accents on people. Fenton comes to mind immediately, though he's a bit more on the extreme side of things, she supposes. Science duck? Man with wolf ears? These two things may not be best suited for comparison.
The rest of what she says, however, tells Aerith that Tifa has a type. She doesn't say this. Doesn't feel like that's the most sensitive thing to say, but that seems to be the way of it. Tifa does things with intention, and as such, it can't be uncanny coincidence.]
No. I definitely don't know anyone with that name. Or the wolf ear thing.
[After a moment's consideration, her head tips.]
This a serious thing?
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That's the thing...
[Is it? She'd like to think so, but there was something else to consider on top of all of that. Something in common that loomed over them all in this place that she can't quite seem to shake off.]
I guess that's why I asked about you and Balthier. Everything here is so temporary, so... I don't know.
[She rolls her shoulders in a small, almost defeated shrug.]
I think so... I'd like it to be, but I guess that's something we all have to keep in mind.
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"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.
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That's exactly what I told you to do, huh...?
[The words echo loud and clear in her head, as if it was only yesterday that she was begging Aerith to do the same. To find happiness regardless of how short their time might be here, because it was what she deserved. That they would be wasting away their days if they sat and thought about how fickle the world can be... It's easier said than done when she doesn't have to worry about it—Tifa knew that all of the people most important to her would be there when she returned home. Cloud, Aerith, Red, and Barret... They would be at her side as if nothing changed.
But now?
She thinks she can understand—even just a little bit—what Aerith was feeling.]
I'll try... [There's a beat of silence that follows, and Tifa sips on her cocoa.] It's a little scary.
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[Which is true. Tifa's reassuring has continued to stay in Aerith's mind. She's had to keep it there because every time she starts to think about closing herself off again, she knows it wouldn't take much for her to withdraw. And that would... do absolutely no one any good. It's not easy. Every single day it's a struggle, and Aerith suspects Tifa gets that, too.]
And you're right. It is scary. But... think about it this way.
[Aerith motions between the two of them.] You've got me. You don't have to go through this alone, especially since we're both kind of going through the same thing. [Misery loves company or something like it, though she wouldn't describe anything about her relationship with Balthier as particularly misery-inducing.]
Besides, I've got to meet this guy and make sure that he meets my standards, you know.