"Wait… what?"
There have been many times Aerith found herself suddenly being surrounded by silence, most of the time by force as the weight of her responsibility to the world echoes through her ears. This time, however, it was almost as if she could hear the entire universe itself…but remained incredibly deaf to it as the only sound she could really hear was Guilt.
Guilt, cracking and snapping inside her mind; shattering everything else inside her.
"Bernard!"
Diana, however, carried the grief and guilt differently—Diana never truly grieved for her people. She wailed and cried, for sure. But that was regret.
Regret that she could not save her people, even though she tried her best for more than a thousand years. And so, right now, with a small glimpse of a candle being lit up in her hands, she wanted to rush and see if what the clone said was true.
