Yeah. [Listlessly, she plucks at the blades of grass beneath her, a motion without any thought given behind it.] We were trying to figure out where you were going. To cut you off at the pass, and to stop Shinra too. That was the idea. Sometimes we did. Sometimes, [She thinks not of the aftermath of her death, that immediate fallout, the grief inlaid there. Instead she thinks of Mideel, of WEAPON. Cloud shattered all to pieces.] we didn't.

[She reaches up to her ribbon, and carefully undoes the knot there. From it, something comes loose, and she catches it in her palms to show to him.

It's Materia, pearlescent white and shimmering, like no other Materia in the world.] It wasn't all hopeless, though. There's always a way out. That's what my mother taught me.

This is White Materia. Here and now, it's good for absolutely nothing. I keep it all the same.