A few weeks ago, in the vast and almost limitless expanse of space, a sound that should not exist was currently echoing through the darkness. One would think it was some sort of a siren, but no.
It was Aerith screaming in frustration.
She has been flying through space for almost an entire year now, without food; without water. Even for her, that was already stretching the limit. No, she knew she would survive… the one she had to worry about was the young man she was currently dragging.
Worry– that was something she thought she would never do or feel for this white-haired young man. But since she has been dragging him aimlessly for almost a year, she sort of feels responsible for his life now.
If only he was wearing his mask and Darkday outfit, then maybe Aerith wouldn't feel as much empathy towards Riley; but alas, seeing him sleeping and floating like this– the only thing she could really see was a child not even a percent of her age.
