Broken? [ It's a gentle, curious question, and Aerith withdraws her hand as she frowns faintly in Parsee's direction. ] What...do you mean?
[ Parsee seems different, sure, but..."broken" is worrying.
Aerith hovers, trying to ignore the prickle in the pit of her stomach, gaze still on the other. ]
I won't, if you don't want me to. [ She won't ask "why," either. This place is so weird and dangerous that it isn't difficult to imagine why someone else might ask for distance. ]
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[ Parsee seems different, sure, but..."broken" is worrying.
Aerith hovers, trying to ignore the prickle in the pit of her stomach, gaze still on the other. ]
I won't, if you don't want me to. [ She won't ask "why," either. This place is so weird and dangerous that it isn't difficult to imagine why someone else might ask for distance. ]