[there's a . . . over her head when he says that, and a little bit of frustration in her thoughts.

"Do you get tired of your death being used to hurt the people who care about you?"

she had said yes when the question was asked, and this does nothing to change her mind now. she scoots a little closer, baby chocobo settling behind her and she chews the inside of her cheek for a moment.]

We know these things are just meant to hurt us however they think they can. Like what happened in the bar last week, too. And what happened to everyone that first week in the city of the dead. [man.] Were you able to stop the scientist at all?