[He looks... a little like something one might have come up against in Midgar. Sort of. Maybe a little too well-composed for a piece of machinery. Just the sight of him makes Aerith think of home for a moment or two.
If she aches, which perhaps she does in the far back of her mind, she's rather easily distracted from it simply by the sheer height of him. He towers over her. Looms.
Is he sentient?]
Oh, no, no. [She shakes her head as she finally composes herself long enough to dust herself off. It could be worse, all things considered.] I'm going to guess I didn't leave a dent in you. [Aerith can't help issuing a chuckle. Between the two of them, she's going to assume she's the more fragile one.]
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If she aches, which perhaps she does in the far back of her mind, she's rather easily distracted from it simply by the sheer height of him. He towers over her. Looms.
Is he sentient?]
Oh, no, no. [She shakes her head as she finally composes herself long enough to dust herself off. It could be worse, all things considered.] I'm going to guess I didn't leave a dent in you. [Aerith can't help issuing a chuckle. Between the two of them, she's going to assume she's the more fragile one.]