[ Now he's leaning back, looking up at her. ]

Then I won't hold back.

[ He never had, other than what empathy was implied toward the experience of the horror in knowing the aftermath of one's actions.

Or lack thereof. ]

Hm. I refuse. [ Not to worry. Cold bastard. ]

Aerith... [ It's really against his nature to insist. Or push. But the last time he didn't... ] It doesn't have to be me. But... everyone needs someone to listen. And I'm worried. You give too much of yourself to others. Are you taking any for yourself?