vincent's life has been haunted by them. from loved ones to comrades, he has time and time again been confronted with the mercilessness of death, including his own. most of them lacked any real closure for him. they were sudden and unanticipated, rarely with a chance for him to say goodbye.
they were either beyond his control or entirely his fault.
aerith's death landed somewhere squarely in the middle and, true to his nature, vincent never came to terms with it. he has never been able to cope with any of the losses in his life, from the death of his mother when he was only a boy to his father in his twenties. they were simply buried deep within the recesses of his heart, only brought forth to remind him of his failures through dreams. the red ribbon tied to his gauntlet arm not only symbolizes remembrance of a lost friend but it is also a reminder of his sin.
there is no recognition in the eyes that look at him now, yet oddly enough, she seems to know of her fate. how is that possible though if she is from the past?
quashing down whatever emotion is threatening to erupt, he stills his expression into one of neutral detachment, reaching out to clasp her hand in his own for a quick, yet firm shake. ] Vincent Valentine. [ he lets go of her, lowering his arm to his side, as he regards her curiously. ] How... is it that you're aware?
[ It's a fair question, one to which Aerith herself can't even be completely sure of the answer. As her hand falls back to her side, she offers the man in front of her a small, apologetic smile. She'd tell him it's nice to meet him, but that might be too weird. ]
If I could tell you, I would. I've just... always known things.
[ And since the Whispers appeared, it feels like she's known even more than normal. But she doesn't think that will make a whole lot of sense to Vincent, and so for now, it goes unsaid. ]
I don't know everything, [ she continues, as if that will somehow make this strange, bitter pill easier for him to swallow. ] But I know that I die. That Sephiroth kills me. That's why you're wearing the ribbon, right? He wears one too, in theβ in your time.
[ What a strange conversation. And yet she can't help but feel that no matter how odd it is for her, it can only be worse for him. Talking to someone he knows is long gone... and yet here she is, standing right in front of him, living and breathing and...
A thought occurs to her, a frown creasing her brows. ]
Cloud... He doesn't know, right?
[ He shouldn't. As far as she can tell, they've come from a similar moment in time, not the distant future of which Vincent is a part. (Of which she never will be.) ]
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vincent's life has been haunted by them. from loved ones to comrades, he has time and time again been confronted with the mercilessness of death, including his own. most of them lacked any real closure for him. they were sudden and unanticipated, rarely with a chance for him to say goodbye.
they were either beyond his control or entirely his fault.
aerith's death landed somewhere squarely in the middle and, true to his nature, vincent never came to terms with it. he has never been able to cope with any of the losses in his life, from the death of his mother when he was only a boy to his father in his twenties. they were simply buried deep within the recesses of his heart, only brought forth to remind him of his failures through dreams. the red ribbon tied to his gauntlet arm not only symbolizes remembrance of a lost friend but it is also a reminder of his sin.
there is no recognition in the eyes that look at him now, yet oddly enough, she seems to know of her fate. how is that possible though if she is from the past?
quashing down whatever emotion is threatening to erupt, he stills his expression into one of neutral detachment, reaching out to clasp her hand in his own for a quick, yet firm shake. ] Vincent Valentine. [ he lets go of her, lowering his arm to his side, as he regards her curiously. ] How... is it that you're aware?
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If I could tell you, I would. I've just... always known things.
[ And since the Whispers appeared, it feels like she's known even more than normal. But she doesn't think that will make a whole lot of sense to Vincent, and so for now, it goes unsaid. ]
I don't know everything, [ she continues, as if that will somehow make this strange, bitter pill easier for him to swallow. ] But I know that I die. That Sephiroth kills me. That's why you're wearing the ribbon, right? He wears one too, in theβ in your time.
[ What a strange conversation. And yet she can't help but feel that no matter how odd it is for her, it can only be worse for him. Talking to someone he knows is long gone... and yet here she is, standing right in front of him, living and breathing and...
A thought occurs to her, a frown creasing her brows. ]
Cloud... He doesn't know, right?
[ He shouldn't. As far as she can tell, they've come from a similar moment in time, not the distant future of which Vincent is a part. (Of which she never will be.) ]