[There is something in him in those moments that she speaks of materia. She isn't sure what, exactly, but something. Instead of lingering on it for too long, she files it away for later thought and questioning.

Closing her hands around the materia she's holding, she remains like so, contemplating all she's told him and his own takeaway from it. A 'target' is almost a kind way of putting it. She's spent the majority of her life being watched and pursued. She's spent her younger years under the hands of a scientist with no interest in ethics. And she suspects when she goes back to Gaia, there's a very high likelihood that it may happen all over again due to her surrender.

For a breath or two, Aerith hums something nonsensical.]

Something like that. I'm sure there's more to it when I start getting into the details, but I don't think it'd interest you much. The important part is what I am and what comes with that. Being bound to the Lifestream, I can hear those who have passed on. Sometimes I can see them. That's where the dreams come from.

[The whistle of the kettle catches her attention and she leaves her materia in favour of tending to their water, carefully pouring them each a cup.]

I don't think there are any other Cetra. I think I'm the only one. Shinra has been watching me for years, insisting they'll protect me, but I know that's not what they plan on doing.