She couldn't help herself. When he said that she lifted a hand, cold as it may be, and cupped his cheek gently to make him turn to look at her. Aerith was smiling.

"Suck it up, Solider." The words were firm but that smile softened it somehow. "You're allowed to be weak. You're allowed to be uncertain. You're allowed to stumble and fall as you find your way. You're allowed all those things us non-soliders get to do. You're human."