[The gesture is so familiar that it forms a lump in his throat, and he has to swallow past it as he looks up at her again. They're both older now - it's been painfully long - but she's as bright and sincere as ever, a smiling, encouraging presence that always drove him to keep moving forward, to keep doing his best. She's changed a little, grown into herself probably more than he can recognize, but that part of her will surely never change. He'd missed that. He'd missed her.
Right... the letters. He scuffs a hand through his hair, remembering her last words to him. What would she have thought, if he showed up right after receiving that final letter?]
I never... got any of them. ShinRa wasn't looking to deliver where I was.
[Mail to a lab rat? Or to a fugitive? Yeah right. They'd just wanted him to disappear and for everyone to forget about him. They probably got sent to the shredder at HQ, never to see the light of day. It's incredible that Aerith kept it up for as long as she did with no response at all.]
Except- the last one... I got that one. Number 89.
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Right... the letters. He scuffs a hand through his hair, remembering her last words to him. What would she have thought, if he showed up right after receiving that final letter?]
I never... got any of them. ShinRa wasn't looking to deliver where I was.
[Mail to a lab rat? Or to a fugitive? Yeah right. They'd just wanted him to disappear and for everyone to forget about him. They probably got sent to the shredder at HQ, never to see the light of day. It's incredible that Aerith kept it up for as long as she did with no response at all.]
Except- the last one... I got that one. Number 89.