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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"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.