[ It may take a moment for her to parse, but Ori hits the nail on the head. Aerith has no way of knowing what’s truly going on in her head, but she gets the inkling that there is a moment of understanding that passes between them, born of something unsaid but known in equal measures. She looks at Ori, tilts her head, and smiles like it’s nothing. It’s the sort of smile that doesn’t match the eyes, the kind that lies.
After a pause, she looks away, to the ground. The smile lingers, though not for long. ]
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After a pause, she looks away, to the ground. The smile lingers, though not for long. ]
Would you believe me if I said yes?
[ After all, she doesn’t have horns! ]