If looks could kill, then Aerith would have probably killed her variant by now 10 times over—but then again, Aerith's glare really could kill when and if she wants to. But this time, however, her glare was really just that.
"What lies have you been spouting to my mother!?" Aerith bared her teeth at Aerith-1. Aerith was still a little intoxicated from her battle against Darkday, making her want to just rush at her variant there and then so they could just talk with their fists. But alas, she wasn't alone.
Aerith subtly strayed her eyes toward the other people in the gray dome—and suffice it to say, the situation wasn't ideal. The dome of Ahor Zai was as large as it needed to be. And right now, with probably more than 10,000 themarians scattered widely everywhere.
