[ She could have lied, and yet she didn't. To Aerith, that makes a difference, and it's why she sits in a contemplative sort of silence for a few moments, her eyes searching Maika's face for an answer that she wouldn't know how to identify were she to even find it.
Eventually, though, she settles on another question. ]
Why? Why do you want to live so badly?
[ What does she have waiting for her to make her strive so far? What drives her? That's what Aerith wants to know. ]
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Eventually, though, she settles on another question. ]
Why? Why do you want to live so badly?
[ What does she have waiting for her to make her strive so far? What drives her? That's what Aerith wants to know. ]