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[thishealingwind.livejournal.com]

[Aerith has set up the Skyphone on a table nearby, and the Cetra is seated in a chair across from the screen. There is a heavy pile of papers in front of her, covered in typed out text. She's flipping through the pages with a thoughtful expression, and is apparently separating them as her eyes skim the paragraphs and bullet points. One stack is the one she's slowly perusing, while the other is very small. She grabs the page she's currently going over, crumpling it in her hands before tossing it into a trash can set beside her chair.]

Most of this isn't worth being read, but some of it is...interesting. I can only remember so far back, and though a lot of it I don't want to remember, there are things I don't want to forget, either.

[She flips through the short pile, the one she intends to keep, pulling out one of the pages. There's a picture on it, printed in color, and she holds it up to the screen.]

This was my mother. [She says it proudly, without a hint of sadness, though there might be the tiniest trace of it lingering within her eyes.] Wasn't she beautiful?

[Private to Zack]

So, when's our next date, Mr. Fair? Or do I only get one? [Wink.]

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[thishealingwind.livejournal.com]

[Aerith shakes her head.]

I don't know. She was pale when I found her, and a little shaky on her feet. More than likely, she's trying not to worry you.

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[heartofheaven.livejournal.com]

I'll ask her about it. If there's something seriously wrong, we can't just leave it to get worse.

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[thishealingwind.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Tifa. I'm sure she'll be more willing to talk to you than me.

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[heartofheaven.livejournal.com]

We'll see. I'll let you know what happens. I hope she's okay...