"Was Aerith a friend?"
Reno asked.
"Well…” Kyrie replied. "There's a crumbling church in the slums, where we played together. We did things like pretending to hold wedding ceremonies. Aerith was always in the church, taking care of the flowers on her own. Sometimes we talked about it. One day, Aerith told me to go home quickly. I thought she was being mean, because I stepped on her flowers."
"Oh, the flowers. She was pretty fussy about those flowers."
"When I got home in a bad mood, my parent's bodies were being carried to the house."
"That’s—"
"I heard it from my grandmother. About the lifestream and the Ancients. I thought it was just a fairytale at the time, but after that— I figured Aerith was an ancient."
"When was this?"
"When I was 10. I think Aerith was a little older. Hey, what do you think I said when I met Aerith after that?"
"I dunno."
"I said I felt bad."
Kyrie pulled her legs up onto the seat, held her knees, and buried her face.
“Oh”
"I stopped going to the church. Then, after a few years had passed… a bit after the Sector 7 collapse. I decided to get flowers for those who had died. It was then that I heard that Aerith had been taken by the Turks."