[It's the sort of candor he would never offer anyone else, not so freely; the number of people he trusts enough to be so open with is quite small, and in this place, Aerith now has something of a monopoly on his trust— well-earned, at that. He squeezes her hand gently, leaving it tucked against her stomach, nodding his approval before he carefully props his chin atop her head.]
I think she would be happiest with you. Tifa would be glad to know she was in such excellent hands, as well.
[He sees no reason to uproot the poor thing.]
Besides, she's very good company. I'm fond of her, myself.
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[It's the sort of candor he would never offer anyone else, not so freely; the number of people he trusts enough to be so open with is quite small, and in this place, Aerith now has something of a monopoly on his trust— well-earned, at that. He squeezes her hand gently, leaving it tucked against her stomach, nodding his approval before he carefully props his chin atop her head.]
I think she would be happiest with you. Tifa would be glad to know she was in such excellent hands, as well.
[He sees no reason to uproot the poor thing.]
Besides, she's very good company. I'm fond of her, myself.