You're a soldier. [ Not in the meaningful, Capital "SOLDIER" way she'd usually say it, in her world, but...a fighter all the same. Aerith merely nods in understanding at his mindset, grateful for his even keel, at least. ]
Okay. Let's go. [ What else needs to be said? He's right, they need to get down, and they could be in danger the longer they stay where they are, chatting. Without further ado, the flower girl begins to descend as carefully as possible, keenly aware of her own history falling off of things... ]
Does it...seem like it'll hurt us? [ For herself, she isn't necessarily getting a hostile vibe from the thing, nor is she noticing any of its tentacles creeping toward them. Aside from it being just generally horrible to look at, it may just be...some truly disturbing set dressing of wherever this place is. Whatever this world is. ]
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Okay. Let's go. [ What else needs to be said? He's right, they need to get down, and they could be in danger the longer they stay where they are, chatting. Without further ado, the flower girl begins to descend as carefully as possible, keenly aware of her own history falling off of things... ]
Does it...seem like it'll hurt us? [ For herself, she isn't necessarily getting a hostile vibe from the thing, nor is she noticing any of its tentacles creeping toward them. Aside from it being just generally horrible to look at, it may just be...some truly disturbing set dressing of wherever this place is. Whatever this world is. ]