[ "Wutai"? Something about that--she doesn't recognize it, that's what her gut is telling her. But the other woman's excitement isn't something that she wasn't to expunge either, so Himeka can only smile fondly. ]
Mountains are lovely too.
[ When she thinks of mountains, though, she pictures someplace else entirely. Tall snowy peaks and spires of stone that reach towards the heavens...
The story that Aerith tells is one to diminish some of that warmth that has built between them, but not erase it entirely. The world around them seems to foster it, no matter the darker thoughts that may intrude.
The sky itself burned...made monsters out of people...
That. That also sounds too familiar. ]
I'm so sorry.
[ "Sorry" doesn't begin to cover it. Himeka places her free hand on the other woman's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. ]
I can't imagine what that's like, losing everything.
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Mountains are lovely too.
[ When she thinks of mountains, though, she pictures someplace else entirely. Tall snowy peaks and spires of stone that reach towards the heavens...
The story that Aerith tells is one to diminish some of that warmth that has built between them, but not erase it entirely. The world around them seems to foster it, no matter the darker thoughts that may intrude.
The sky itself burned...made monsters out of people...
That. That also sounds too familiar. ]
I'm so sorry.
[ "Sorry" doesn't begin to cover it. Himeka places her free hand on the other woman's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. ]
I can't imagine what that's like, losing everything.