[He pauses, his wings folding inward defensively. He hasn't quite realized what her reaction means, but the sense of ill-ease is sinking in. The words don't entirely dispel the chance of familiarity with him, but at the same time...]

...A shrine. The Martyr's shrine. You... You vanished from the wood a short time after you awakened here.

[He wants her to remember, and so he keeps speaking as if he merely needs to fill in the gaps for her. He's already been forced to forget so much himself.]

If your shard had been brought here... mayhap you were finally reborn...

[He takes a step closer, his brow creasing.]

...Forgive me, Aerith, I hadn't realized...