[ In her life, she feels she has been privy to a great deal of deeply personal moments in people's lives. Not by virtue of being there, but by listening to them share their lives with her. She's always been happy to listen, to learn, to support, to feel the bond between her and another person tighten. Ori speaks with gravity in her voice and Aerith is hanging onto her every word, the story and images she weaves like a tapestry bearing her truth. It isn't in the words themselves but the implications of them. He was, for example. No longer. He's gone from this place now. Lost to time and life, the ever-moving ocean that it is, or has something happened to him? Ori doesn't say. Aerith holds her tongue to say a prayer in the hopes it is not the latter. ]
I'm sorry to hear that, Ori.
[ As much as she's noting it down to ask about as soon as their conversation lightens up, Aerith knows it isn't time for her to ask about having two boyfriends. ]
How do we prevent it, then? The nightmare energy getting that bad?
[ She's already thinking of preparations, what to do. Codes to call out, ways to signal to one another. They'll need it. Perhaps this had been, like, a friend accident? But there's no point to taking chances. ]
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I'm sorry to hear that, Ori.
[ As much as she's noting it down to ask about as soon as their conversation lightens up, Aerith knows it isn't time for her to ask about having two boyfriends. ]
How do we prevent it, then? The nightmare energy getting that bad?
[ She's already thinking of preparations, what to do. Codes to call out, ways to signal to one another. They'll need it. Perhaps this had been, like, a friend accident? But there's no point to taking chances. ]