[ Secrets are overrated, bestie. The look Aerith is giving her is not helping jog her memory, either. There's a heavy London fog in her brain that makes it feel like she herself was tossed by someone, but there is a sense of urgency in Aerith's voice that feels like a fire lit beneath her feet. ]
H, Huh? Inside? But--
[ Will she even fit in? Is that why she's dressed like this? There's definitely a heavy feeling that she doesn't belong. She shakes her head. ]
No, of course. This is for Tifa, so I will. But why don't I remember?
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H, Huh? Inside? But--
[ Will she even fit in? Is that why she's dressed like this? There's definitely a heavy feeling that she doesn't belong. She shakes her head. ]
No, of course. This is for Tifa, so I will. But why don't I remember?