[ the words aerith says, the words she chooses strike a chord deep within robin that her eyes widen a little. it resonates enough that it makes her wish that aerith has more chances for happiness.

sorry to aerith, but is aerith ready for hoyoverse's metaphors and thematic questioning? ]

You wonder how much of your reality is a dream, and how much you can consider a dream realized reality.

If birds are destined to fall to the ground, why do they still insist on flying towards the sky?