(Cloud) Aerith… She used to break into a smile, bright as a flower, no matter the situation. But she won’t be smiling anymore. I’ll never get to hear that innocent, carefree laugh of hers again.
If Ifalna was right, they'd still be together. Aerith sensed that it was probably true. Even so, she would never again feel the warmth of her mother's body. She'd never feel her mother's arms wrap tight around her or have a chance to return the hug.
...Tseng's with our enemy, the Turks, but I've known him since we were little... There's not a lot of people I can say that about. In fact, there are probably only a handful of people in the world who really know me.
Aerith found herself compelled to draw. She re-created scenes on paper and even the walls of their quarters, leaving the contents of her mind open for anyone to see. At the time, she'd been convinced that the drawings could free her from the constant onslaught.