[His expression shifts as his gaze returns to meet hers. He's taken care to be as neutral as possible until now, with varying results, trending more towards firm or irate when he did allow anything to show through, but the expression he wears now is nothing short of crestfallen. They way she looks at him in turn makes something in the pit of his stomach twist sharply, and he feels as though his heart is about to drop out of him entirely, leaving him hollow.]

I wish you didn't feel so strongly that you had to forget.

[Because he knows he won't be. He can't just forget her. He doesn't want to. For all his talk of not wanting to live in the past, he has never been able to forget anyone who has touched his heart in some way. Aerith has done far more than that; she had taken hold of it completely.]

You— have something of mine, as well.

[For all she'd said he couldn't say to her, he's not sure she'll allow this any more willingly, but he cannot leave that unspoken.]

And even if you must forget, I won't.