I'm not certain of anything. Not anymore. [she admits.] If nothing changes, then...

[She watches him settle, the feathers strange and too-dark against the grass.] Then nothing changes.

[She allows this to hang in the air for a moment, and then speaks up again.] But what if something does? That's a future even I haven't seen yet. None of us were supposed to meet this way, and we did. I can't believe that was all for nothing.

[How strange, to be having this conversation with her murderer. She supposes it's been a long time coming, and hating him for that seems so ultimately pointless. For Cloud and Tifa, and all the others, but for her... what she feels is hard to define. She doesn't feel pity, either, but seeing him like this, she can't help but feel something. That intrinsic human connection — the recognizing of your pain in someone else, if only in bits and pieces. Human's a funny term to use. But that was what they were, wasn't it? No matter how much Hojo tried to prove otherwise.]

How do you feel? What will you do, if you go back and remember this?