[It's not how she'd say it. 'Free' is not what she thinks when Shinra and the Turks are watching her every move. She can just imagine the field day they'd have if she ever got it into her head to leave Midgar. And to be fair... she can't do that to Elmyra. Mom, in other words. Mom of a sort. As much a mom as Mom was.
She shakes her head. Seems like every time a scientist gets brought up, her reaction is something the same. She thinks back to her afternoon out with Claire, what she learned about Sherry's parents. How science inevitably comes down to a concept of what can be done, rather than what should be done. In a man like Hojo, has he ever possessed ethic and morality of some kind? She doubts it. Probably always been twisted with no one to stop him from getting to that point.
...How does a person reach that?
The greater question is what kind of run-ins Balthier has had with scientists. He obviously is quite familiar. Aerith eyes him for several long moments, curious in her own right. Not willing to pry. Rather, as unwilling to pry into him as he has been into her. Inquisitive, but never pressing.
He offers her his hand and she knows exactly what that is. Comfort, in one fashion or another. At his assessment of her person, she shakes her head modestly. There are others who have it worse. She can't be spending so much time thinking about herself. She offers him his tea in place of her hand.
Clever.]
I'm just me, Balthier. That's all I can ever be.
[Even now, she's still saying the same thing. It's what makes Aerith the very epitome of 'Aerith.']
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[It's not how she'd say it. 'Free' is not what she thinks when Shinra and the Turks are watching her every move. She can just imagine the field day they'd have if she ever got it into her head to leave Midgar. And to be fair... she can't do that to Elmyra. Mom, in other words. Mom of a sort. As much a mom as Mom was.
She shakes her head. Seems like every time a scientist gets brought up, her reaction is something the same. She thinks back to her afternoon out with Claire, what she learned about Sherry's parents. How science inevitably comes down to a concept of what can be done, rather than what should be done. In a man like Hojo, has he ever possessed ethic and morality of some kind? She doubts it. Probably always been twisted with no one to stop him from getting to that point.
...How does a person reach that?
The greater question is what kind of run-ins Balthier has had with scientists. He obviously is quite familiar. Aerith eyes him for several long moments, curious in her own right. Not willing to pry. Rather, as unwilling to pry into him as he has been into her. Inquisitive, but never pressing.
He offers her his hand and she knows exactly what that is. Comfort, in one fashion or another. At his assessment of her person, she shakes her head modestly. There are others who have it worse. She can't be spending so much time thinking about herself. She offers him his tea in place of her hand.
Clever.]
I'm just me, Balthier. That's all I can ever be.
[Even now, she's still saying the same thing. It's what makes Aerith the very epitome of 'Aerith.']