....Cid.

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.......................There are no words.

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..........................................................At all.

It would seem I have not been treading lightly enough.

For a moment, it seemed as if all of Macalania became still.

....Hm.

Christmas in Macalania....Hm.

Aerith....

I'll go, I suppose.

Hm.

( .... )