[She frowns, watches as he taps against his arm and doing her best not to think too much about that first comment. He's... trying? It seems like he's trying, at least. She's about to respond when she hears another sob, this one even more heart wrenching because it sounds like Aerith. It's enough to make her squeeze her eyes shut, pulling in a shaky breath. It's not real, it's not real. If she repeats that in her head like a mantra, maybe she can ignore it.
Man, she wishes she could brush things off like Royce apparently can.]
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Man, she wishes she could brush things off like Royce apparently can.]
I'd feel better if you weren't hearing it at all.