[ The church is something sacred, a special place where the only other flowers in the slums bloom away from her home. That isn't the only reason it is special to her, however: Aerith would think of a man-sized hole in the ceiling where two different men have tumbled down into her life through, and she would think of her mother's withering voice outside in Midgar, among all those people for the first time, telling her gently about a holy place she wanted to see.
She never got to.
As Aerith stares out into the greenery of Wild Harvest, she thinks her mother would have liked this place, too. ]
This Kazuma guy fellow is efficient, isn't he? [ It's a beautiful place, she thinks, looking out into the landscape, beaming sunnily still. ] He found you both a good teacher.
Can I meet him? This 76 guy.
[ She thinks him a kindred spirit, in truth, someone who sees the value of life in a flower. ]
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She never got to.
As Aerith stares out into the greenery of Wild Harvest, she thinks her mother would have liked this place, too. ]
This Kazuma guy fellow is efficient, isn't he? [ It's a beautiful place, she thinks, looking out into the landscape, beaming sunnily still. ] He found you both a good teacher.
Can I meet him? This 76 guy.
[ She thinks him a kindred spirit, in truth, someone who sees the value of life in a flower. ]