[ She's too focussed on Zack to think about anything else, that's what she realises.
Her hands are sticky with his blood, now, and they shake as she pushes them through his hair, touching the skin of his cheek, feeling for warmth and breath and life, making sure that he hadn't left her again. Her stomach was twisted up in knots and she knew, she knew she wouldn't be going home tonight and her mom was going to worry, and what if the Turks decided today was a good day for a visit? She might be able to warn off Tseng, but Reno was always so rude in comparison...
Zack is here. That's what Aerith's shaken mind focusses on. Zack is here and under her fingertips and she can't do anything but try her best to make sure that it stays that way - that nothing, even death, would dare take him away from her side, robbing her of the chance at happiness, robbing him of the same.
Doesn't he deserve better?
Cloud comes back and Aerith stares at him, blankly, just for a moment. His shirt is wet and something seems different, but she can't quite place it. Most important, of course, is the bucket in his hands and the cloth he reaches for, and Aerith goes to do the exact same thing, even with the heavy weight of Zack's head on her lap. Nothing stops her. ]
You said your name was Cloud, right?
[ Her voice is quiet, but it still echoes in the silence of the Church. ]
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Her hands are sticky with his blood, now, and they shake as she pushes them through his hair, touching the skin of his cheek, feeling for warmth and breath and life, making sure that he hadn't left her again. Her stomach was twisted up in knots and she knew, she knew she wouldn't be going home tonight and her mom was going to worry, and what if the Turks decided today was a good day for a visit? She might be able to warn off Tseng, but Reno was always so rude in comparison...
Zack is here. That's what Aerith's shaken mind focusses on. Zack is here and under her fingertips and she can't do anything but try her best to make sure that it stays that way - that nothing, even death, would dare take him away from her side, robbing her of the chance at happiness, robbing him of the same.
Doesn't he deserve better?
Cloud comes back and Aerith stares at him, blankly, just for a moment. His shirt is wet and something seems different, but she can't quite place it. Most important, of course, is the bucket in his hands and the cloth he reaches for, and Aerith goes to do the exact same thing, even with the heavy weight of Zack's head on her lap. Nothing stops her. ]
You said your name was Cloud, right?
[ Her voice is quiet, but it still echoes in the silence of the Church. ]
... Thank you.