[ It's easier, somehow, to be honest with Aerith. She's got a way of seeing things that he still doesn't quite understand, despite all these years of the Turks chasing after her. Even if he did lie - and his first instinct is to do so - she'd know.
So he shrugs a you're-not-wrong shrug and approaches her, dusting some of the piled-up snow off the shoulders of his jacket. ]
Shinra gave the order. If we didn't do it, somebody else would have.
[ Already he's using the excuse Tseng gave. It tastes bad in his mouth. ]
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So he shrugs a you're-not-wrong shrug and approaches her, dusting some of the piled-up snow off the shoulders of his jacket. ]
Shinra gave the order. If we didn't do it, somebody else would have.
[ Already he's using the excuse Tseng gave. It tastes bad in his mouth. ]
Where are we?