[ somehow, it’s pricking at him beneath the surface — there’s a moment where he hesitated to disclose what she said, if only because he knows well that he’s never told his girlfriends a single thing about himself. aerith isn’t anything like him but… still. ]
her mom and her childhood
i told her abt mine first. equivalent exchange or whatever they call it. that alternate reality had us messed up
and she mentioned it. the cetra thing.
ppl will do anything to save the things they care about. whether it’s themself or their species.
[ He gets the shape of what Sha-Ming is saying. It's not something he's really thought about it, but if he works it out from what they've talked about... he can see it. ]
including giving up her own life, you mean.
[ There's a nagging something at the back of his skull, and he has to take a minute to focus and stop the text from blurring. There's something about that worry about Aerith that makes this all feel familiar, somehow — ]
i get what you mean. i... worry too, i guess. but i don't exactly know how to stop her. i can't explain it, but it goes beyond pushy. actually- no, nevermind.
[ Well. He can explain it, but he'd risk coming off as insane to Sha-Ming. The Whispers were something not even they fully understood, but the way they had seemed drawn to Aerith was undeniable, to him. ]
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[ He knows what that means, in broad strokes. He isn't sure if Sha-Ming knows what that means. ]
i mean, she refuses to leave well enough alone.
total busybody.
and you can't talk her out of anything she's set her mind on.
[ So like, yes. She does stupid shit a lot. ]
how much did she tell you?
about her, i mean.
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her mom and her childhood
i told her abt mine first. equivalent exchange or whatever they call it. that alternate reality had us messed up
and she mentioned it. the cetra thing.
ppl will do anything to save the things they care about. whether it’s themself or their species.
no subject
including giving up her own life, you mean.
[ There's a nagging something at the back of his skull, and he has to take a minute to focus and stop the text from blurring. There's something about that worry about Aerith that makes this all feel familiar, somehow — ]
i get what you mean.
i... worry too, i guess.
but i don't exactly know how to stop her.
i can't explain it, but it goes beyond pushy.
actually-
no, nevermind.
[ Well. He can explain it, but he'd risk coming off as insane to Sha-Ming. The Whispers were something not even they fully understood, but the way they had seemed drawn to Aerith was undeniable, to him. ]