"For both your sakes… let her go."
"Why… are you saying that, Mother? That's…not nice."
"You know why, Riley. Please… please wake up."
"..."
Silence. Riley had always treasured it, just below the screams of all the people he had killed and tortured. But at this very moment, it was as if there was something knocking on his head. In silence, there should only be a persisting whistle… so what was this knocking that was whispering in his ears over and over again?
And as he looked at Aerith; her eyes closed and her face at peace—he felt something he couldn't quite figure out yet.
"Why would I let her rest, Mother?" Riley tightened his grip even further as he truly refused to let go of Aerith's hand, "That does not make sense—if she is tired, then she will rest on her own."
