@cryeterna whispered: ❝ soldier on and then the war will bring us peace. ❞ - Cloud
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The weight of the world rests on now weary shoulders; strength and resilience buckling beneath both the gravity of obligation and the sheer unprecedented nature of exhaustion. She wants to stop. To abandon this quest, lay down and sleep, never again destined to feel the knotting grip of doubt in her stomach nor the hollow weight of potential failure as it bores itself deeper into her soul. Yet it’s Cloud that keeps her going. The unlikely source of so much wisdom toppling from an otherwise stoic mouth.
❝I’m not so sure war is ever really the path to peace.❞ It tainted it somehow, as if blood and sacrifice combined had polluted the very thing you’d sought to save from the beginning. Aerith’s relationship with conflict was always debatable; she was very much a pacifist on paper - but even she had a hot headed temper when provoked. A kind of righteous anger best suited to this specific scenario, yet one that she was always reluctant to call herself proud of, for the very same reason.
Her shoulders rolled uncomfortably, the modest stretch of her arms out before her as she worked to chase the aches and pains from her body in order to see the job done. ❝But I can solider on, if that’s what you need me to do. You never know, maybe I can give Zack a run for his money and earn that title of hero, long before him. ❞
