"Lucy? But how?"
"She planted her soul consciousness when she gave me her talent," Aaron replied.
He tried to get up from his sleeping position on Aerith's lap. Aaron sat on the floor of the Dark Dimension, his eyes focused on Isabella's body lying there, the wound on her stomach had disappeared and closed.
"Isabella!"
Aaron responded by stepping closer to the woman, but he fell back to his knees with his head throbbing dizzily. He held his head and continued to grimace in pain, Aerith came to calm him down.
"Calm down, Aaron. Your mind is unstable and Azazel's power seems to be affecting your mind a lot."
The man cleared his throat in agreement, taking a deep breath to ease the symptoms of pain in his head.
His eyes opened, seeing Isabella lying dead with her eyes closed. Aerith noticed that Aaron was about to walk over to the woman.
"She'll be here with me," Aerith replied.
