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mooglenet_backup[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?
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So, when's our next date, Mr. Fair? Or do I only get one? [Wink.]
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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Date: 2011-02-01 08:07 am (UTC)I wonder what it would take to make a First Class SOLDIER blush? [She teases right back.]
Not everyone can be as lucky as we are, I guess.
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:20 am (UTC)That, sweetheart, is a secret.
...We really are. Even before all this, I thought we were the luckiest people to have each other.
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:31 am (UTC)That just means that I'll have to try really hard.
[Her smile softens.] I never stopped believing that. Not once. [To go on would mean delving into very serious and less happy topics, and she's not sure now is the time for that.]
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:38 am (UTC)Good luck, darlin'.
I'm glad.
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:44 am (UTC)This is the part where you say I'll need it, right?
Mm, right back at you, mister~
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:46 am (UTC)So I'll come get you around...five tomorrow, okay?
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