... I'll try. [The small Kainé hangs her head pensively. The thought of it is intimidating, and it's painful... but she has a responsibility to live on and not give up on the ones who believe in her, doesn't she?

Her Grandma comes close then, the way she remembers it. "It's a river wide and deep that flows between the realms of this world and the next, and it grants no mercy to any that attempt the crossin'. You got a duty to fight until your last breath. Understand?"

It only reinforces what she's already being convinced she has to do. She can't give up, not yet, when people like this are still alive and believing in her. There's a rustle of something as the old woman reaches across Aerith's shoulder and lays a wreath of dried white flowers onto Kainé's head.]

Oh, my gosh! These are Lunar Tears. ["They're really rare," Aerith might remember the grown version of this girl saying when taking a wreath that looked very much like this one back from McGillis at a meeting.] You made this for me? Maybe... [She looks at Aerith.] You could have one, too, if you wanted. [She'd look so pretty with one - prettier than the girl herself ever thinks she'll be.

...So, Aerith, would you like a flower?]