It was one of the quiet nights. There weren't many of those, really, but sometimes, sometimes Hojo wasn't in the lab. Sometimes he was... Zack didn't know where, really. And frankly, he didn't care. Just so long as he wasn't here, wasn't doing things to him or Cloud, Hojo was welcome to go anywhere he liked. But then, on the other hand, Zack dreaded the quiet nights. The quiet nights were the nights when, on the rare occasion that he was lucid enough to put together thoughts, he was left alone with them.
It was just that, sometimes, his thoughts came with somebody else's voice. And sometimes they asked the strangest questions. His DMW glitching, perhaps. After all, it wasn't as though his head hadn't taken more than its fair share of damage here, too.
He smiled at the question tonight, though. Even if that smile was somewhere inside of his own head, he couldn't help but smile.
She wasn't like Aerith, who could talk to the Planet (though she was more like Aerith than she was like anyone else on Gaia) but flowers were old, sweet friends.
These were Aerith's flowers, but they knew her too.
"Yes," she said, content to be a bit ridiculous when it was flowers, her, and a ghost of a memory that she wasn't thinking about tonight, not really. "Your mom. Has she been well? You're all nicely taken care of, so I assume so."
That seemed like such an odd question. An odd way to say it, as well. But then... this had to be a dream. And in his dreams, maybe he was taken care of.
Maybe in his dreams, he could answer questions like that when that familiar voice asked them.
I hope she's well, he found himself thinking, wistfulness in that notion. Will you keep an eye on her for me?
How odd she must look, if anyone were to wander in here, a Turk with pale hair that reflected moonlight, talking to the flowers like they could talk back to her.
But Ino's shields were down and she was quite alone. There was a drunk three streets over staggering home. There were few kids, a couple of blocks away, gambling with their few, precious gil. There were so, so many people settling down for the night.
But there was precious little going on around her, in the quiet bubble of silence that the church always seemed to hold.
"I always do," she said to the flowers, because admitting she was talking to anything, or anyone more, led to... she wasn't thinking about it. "You know that. I always look out for what's mine."
To the best of her ability. She hadn't been so good at it in one case but, so far, she'd managed for everyone else.
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It was just that, sometimes, his thoughts came with somebody else's voice. And sometimes they asked the strangest questions. His DMW glitching, perhaps. After all, it wasn't as though his head hadn't taken more than its fair share of damage here, too.
He smiled at the question tonight, though. Even if that smile was somewhere inside of his own head, he couldn't help but smile.
My mom?
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She wasn't like Aerith, who could talk to the Planet (though she was more like Aerith than she was like anyone else on Gaia) but flowers were old, sweet friends.
These were Aerith's flowers, but they knew her too.
"Yes," she said, content to be a bit ridiculous when it was flowers, her, and a ghost of a memory that she wasn't thinking about tonight, not really. "Your mom. Has she been well? You're all nicely taken care of, so I assume so."
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Maybe in his dreams, he could answer questions like that when that familiar voice asked them.
I hope she's well, he found himself thinking, wistfulness in that notion. Will you keep an eye on her for me?
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But Ino's shields were down and she was quite alone. There was a drunk three streets over staggering home. There were few kids, a couple of blocks away, gambling with their few, precious gil. There were so, so many people settling down for the night.
But there was precious little going on around her, in the quiet bubble of silence that the church always seemed to hold.
"I always do," she said to the flowers, because admitting she was talking to anything, or anyone more, led to... she wasn't thinking about it. "You know that. I always look out for what's mine."
To the best of her ability. She hadn't been so good at it in one case but, so far, she'd managed for everyone else.
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