[ There's an eerie silence that has fallen over the city. It's been hollowed out, torn asunder by a siege or something of the sort. It reminds her of when the plate fell upon Sector 7, a haunting thought that she must silence to move forward. Over that eerie silence echoes the sound of his joints, the suit of armor he wears clicking together as he moves. Silently, Aerith raises her gaze, and though the memory of someone like Fuzz still flickers to the forefront of her mind, this man is not such a person.
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She reaches out her hand for him to guide it. ]
Alright. I'm up for it.