[lead the way he does, into the living area of the cottage where a couch and a chair sit cozy before a lit chimney. there's not much to this place, really, clearly not one soul that lives here to liven the place up (and who can, with the tension?).]
[he takes the chair and pushes it so he's facing the couch when he sits. his sword rests against the chimney, and cloud glances back at it as if to reassure himself—and it's not until aerith sits that he starts.]
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[he takes the chair and pushes it so he's facing the couch when he sits. his sword rests against the chimney, and cloud glances back at it as if to reassure himself—and it's not until aerith sits that he starts.]
What's the last thing you remember from Gaia?