[Maybe it’s detrimental to wonder at what lies in-between the words of that phrase— the sometimes we didn’t. If there’s more ugliness to unearth as Aerith smooths them over; an endless spool of violence that his future-self left for them to trail after, what the shape of it might be. The story behind it. Still so many details he doesn’t know.
It’s a kindness, then, that she reaches up to undo the ribbon in her hair, allowing something white to slip loose, something else to fix his attention on. It glistens brightly as she shows it to him in gently cupped hands, as though proffering something uniquely precious.
It’s materia unlike any he’s seen before; it lives up to its name, but it’s more than just that — different, in an incalculable way, than his own assortment of materia he keeps from home. But according to her, just as useless.
Here, at least. The distinction is obvious.]
But if it did work?
[Black Materia. White Materia. The parallels are being drawn up in his mind, long before the question properly leaves his tongue.]
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It’s a kindness, then, that she reaches up to undo the ribbon in her hair, allowing something white to slip loose, something else to fix his attention on. It glistens brightly as she shows it to him in gently cupped hands, as though proffering something uniquely precious.
It’s materia unlike any he’s seen before; it lives up to its name, but it’s more than just that — different, in an incalculable way, than his own assortment of materia he keeps from home. But according to her, just as useless.
Here, at least. The distinction is obvious.]
But if it did work?
[Black Materia. White Materia. The parallels are being drawn up in his mind, long before the question properly leaves his tongue.]