I bet. [as her arms tighten so does his, offering her comfort, too. It felt weak, a little, to take so much comfort from this - but then again, Aerith had seen him at his worse before, and he'd gone so long without anything like this that he didn't care. He's never claimed to be strong.

Though, if she did tell him about the Turks, he wouldn't be surprised. They were Turks for a reason - they did the jobs no ne else wanted. And not even a request from a friend would change that] That's all you ever have to be.

. . . it's pretty unfair that room sprung all that on us out of nowhere. I was going to tell you about it, one day, once I figured out how.