[ It is an awkward and limp reply. Nearly turgid in it's delivery, but Aerith smiles at him blithely, looking down for a moment before her gaze saccades back to him and then away again, in thought. What does she want to do? Hard to say; they've been alone before, but this feels unprecedented. After a moment of thinking, she shakes her head. ]

It's alright. I think we should go check on the guy who blew up that building.

[ Without missing a beat, she continues: ] You know, something tells me we're about to uncover a lot more than we bargained for. Weird, huh? There must be something we're missing now, but I feel like I understand why he did it for the most part. Thing is, ...actions have consequences.

[ Seventh Heaven burned to the ground. Maybe it didn't, in reality, but it sits broken and abandoned now, memories of a home spilling out of it like blood gushing from a mortal wound. She doesn't want to see things progress to that point again. ]

We know that.