FOR THOSE WE HAVE LOST | FRAY'S PALACE

[bloodweapon]

Welcome to the Vault. Let your judgment begin.
♫

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[gardenful]

[ They're back… it feels surreal, like she’s been pulled and tugged in all sorts of different directions. The wind has been knocked out of her, but she finally manages to breathe.

And, she reaches out to take Arven’s hand and give it a comforting squeeze, should he let her. ]

[supherb]

[He does let her! He's still reeling from everything that just went down, so he's honestly grateful for the contact.]

Th-Thanks. [He uses his other hand to rub at his eyes some more.] And...sorry.

[That was a lot, and he feels like he wasn't on the same wavelength with her for a lot of it.]

[gardenful]

Don’t worry about it.

[ She smiles softly. After all, Arven is just a kid. Learning how to process these things is hard even at Aerith’s age, and it certainly isn’t any easier for Arven. ]

We managed to get back here, and that’s what matters.

[ And now they can go help the others!! ]

[supherb]

...Yeah.

[It finally clicks that they're back in front of all the windows. For better or worse, they made it out.]

It felt so personal in the moment, but d'you think that was one of Fray's memories?

[gardenful]

I think so.

[ She’ll give his hand another squeeze before letting go. ]

It felt so real. I think those are all things he felt himself in that moment.