She wants to forget. That's all, she wants to forget who killed her beloved... she can ignore them during the day, her friends' tired show of forgetting. The deaths of so many friends, and some not so friendly allies. The calm facade is obviously just that, an act. She can tell by the frequency of their drinking at Seventh Heaven, and the quantity. She usually steals away to her cathedral-esque home, to sit amongst the flower until he comes. She'll tilt her head up when he captures pale lips in his, and run her hands through the blonde hair, so reminiscing of her lovers, sans the dark color. She'll succumb to the oh so apparent love he offers only wishing it was him. Fair hair invades her senses when his lips traces the words 'I'm sorry,' on her neck. Fair hair...fair...Zachary... She's doing this to remember, to forget. To feel and to regret... She let's Cloud take Zack's place, and calls out his name when he sets her free, naked on the pews.