He feels restless, discomfort clawing at him, making him want to move. He rises, restless pacing suiting him much better for this conversation--if he even wants to say anything to begin with.

"If there was any other way--if I hadn't been there for years, if I hadn't have been so desperate to do it, I..."

He's spinning on his heel, emotion rising, jaw tight and voice raised. He's glaring at Aerith but it's not directed towards her whatsoever.

"I tried everything else. You have to understand that."