"How… will I make you come back to me, Riley?"
"..."
Aerith wasn't expecting an answer, but she did not expect silence. After all, throughout this entire endeavor, Darkday never once shut his mouth. He just continued talking and talking, testing and teasing Aerith as much as he could.
But now, he just stared at her; his long white hair, freely waving along with the torrent of the wind. His hand, just very gently touching her chin as they looked into each others' eyes. Aerith's eyes, as always, even in tragedy, seemed filled with a hint of hope. But Darkday's…
…there truly was nothing there at all.
Soon, however, Darkday blinked as he let go of Aerith; his dead eyes, now looking at the Newer York they find themselves in. There were people watching them; each of their three eyes, either looking at Darkday or Aerith… or both.
