Advice. "I need advice besides someone who curses every other word, someone who says 'whatever' to the problem, and someone who has a need to attack whatever it is that's bothering me," the spikey-haired boy said as he sat down before me, slumping in his seat as he told me how he had "accidentally" took Yuffie's dairy and lost it somewhere between Merlin's house and Leon.
Emerald. "You know, I had a friend who had the exact same eye color as you." I turned to the younger boy beside me and said, "Oh?" He nodded and added, "Well she didn't act like you that's for sure; she was always ranting how she would eat people's brains out through bendy straws with the help of flying monkeys."
Radiant. I smiled at the flower the Keyblade Master had given to me. On it was a note that read, "I don't know how you manage it, but your presence always makes people around you a little bit calmer. Maybe that's why Leon and Yuffie haven't officially killed each other yet."
Innocence. "What?" I asked, blinking at the boy who had been glaring me for quite some time. "There's no use denying it, Aer," he growled. "I know you've hidden those cookies around here somewhere."
Thoughtful. Those thousands of heartless attacking. And all I could think was if I had stuffed enough potions into everyone's pockets.
Hallelujah. That's what she screamed when she found the last potion to cure Sora from his injuries that were inflicted on him by Yuffie.
"You're too nice, Aerith. But I like that"
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Okay, I think I did a decently good job on this. Though the last part I know I could have put more thought into. Oh well, if it helps me with One Single Light than I don't care.