[ As soon as there's cloth to use Aerith goes for it, wrapping them around Zack's wounds and summoning all her strength to help him. She can do this, can't she? She knows her own strength, her own power, and she prays desperately - she prays as hard as she can that whatever she has will be enough to keep Zack alive, to keep him strong and fighting. She doesn't know what else she can do; she needs to go and get warm water, some pillows, something to make him comfortable, but she doesn't want to leave him and she can't send this strange, poor boy off on his own.
When she's done as much as she can her hands fall away, covered in Zack's blood, her face pale and her limbs shaking. She sits back in the flowers, feeling them wilt with her own sadness, and she closes her eyes. All these years... And she just wants to cry. She wants to cry and fall apart, but there's nothing she can do but cling to whatever strength she has left, desperately grasping at it and bringing it close to her chest. ]
You brought him back.
[ Looking over, she breathes out, soft and tired and sad, but with hope in her eyes. ]
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When she's done as much as she can her hands fall away, covered in Zack's blood, her face pale and her limbs shaking. She sits back in the flowers, feeling them wilt with her own sadness, and she closes her eyes. All these years... And she just wants to cry. She wants to cry and fall apart, but there's nothing she can do but cling to whatever strength she has left, desperately grasping at it and bringing it close to her chest. ]
You brought him back.
[ Looking over, she breathes out, soft and tired and sad, but with hope in her eyes. ]
I'm Aerith.