"...Dad?"
There was still a cloud of dust veiling the air. But even then, however, the crowd's eyes were all centered on the man with a gray beard that fell from the sky. They then all looked at the one that responded to him, only to see a man with a group of people that the crowd could only assume to be his family.
"What are you doing here, and with my grandchildren?" The man with the gray beard then started looking everywhere as he noticed the crowd gathered around him. He was about to approach his son, but then his eyes suddenly landed on Aerith.
"You… you're planning to leave!?" The man quickly realized what was going on as he rushed toward his son and his family. But before he could reach them, Aerith suddenly blocked his path.
"Your son and his family have made their choice," Aerith sighed as she grabbed the gray-bearded man by his wrist, "Let them, and just say your goodbyes."
