(Once more, Ren is trying to match what he remembers to the contents of his journal. There's a lot missing and a lot as surplus and he needs to sort out. Cloud giving him a flower doesn't feel right, either.
Must be Tifa's? The clothes they were wearing didn't match Aerith's style. As the pen spins in a much fastened loop than usual around his fingers, Ren's body freeze to hearing her voice.)
Huh?
(So far, there hasn't been any of his good memories swimming around. His time in the interrogation room, the fun but dangerous venture at the casino... God, what did she see? In soundless steps, Ren makes his way to the door and opens it, blinking a few times.)
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Must be Tifa's? The clothes they were wearing didn't match Aerith's style. As the pen spins in a much fastened loop than usual around his fingers, Ren's body freeze to hearing her voice.)
Huh?
(So far, there hasn't been any of his good memories swimming around. His time in the interrogation room, the fun but dangerous venture at the casino... God, what did she see? In soundless steps, Ren makes his way to the door and opens it, blinking a few times.)
Come in.