[ She wants to chase the young boys. It's hard to explain to herself in the moment, but it feels like dream logic. If you want something to continue, you have to go after it. Aerith's gaze flits back to him, and she realizes her mouth had fallen open at some point. That is not her garden. It is not her memory.
So whose is it? ]
That so? [ He talks a lot of big game, building something up brick by brick. An image? Safety? Business? It's hard to tell. She has little time or interest in it. ]
More importantly, we should go after them.
[ Without another word, she starts a light jog off into the direction of the vineyard. There is a mystery waiting to unfold, she thinks. ]
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So whose is it? ]
That so? [ He talks a lot of big game, building something up brick by brick. An image? Safety? Business? It's hard to tell. She has little time or interest in it. ]
More importantly, we should go after them.
[ Without another word, she starts a light jog off into the direction of the vineyard. There is a mystery waiting to unfold, she thinks. ]