Ok, we're getting somewhere.

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The city of the dead is magnificent. Unreal towers glitter in the light of something very close to sunlight, markets filled with people busily gathering small things, seeming to have normal, everyday lives. Aeris would never have expected that the hell they were in would yield such a surprising metropolis.

Aeris observed this thoughtfully from her place on the window ledge of the Phoenix Inn. She winced as the window on her left banged open, and an all-too-familiar head leaned out.

"Hey! Don't you think about going anywhere, because it wouldn't take much to track you down!" Aeris sighed.

The 'plan' had been laid out to her, without room for interjection or objection. They would visit the leader of this place, the so called 'lord of the dead', and he would either grant Sephiroth passage to the upper world, or Sephiroth would kill him and take over hell himself. A plan only the great general could even consider. Most people didn't believe they had half the power to challenge someone with power equivalent to that of a god. Sephiroth did.

Oddly, even though she was dead, Aeris was feeling the effects of her lack of sleep. Best turn in. Waiting for dark was out of the question, as there was no night and day here. Which would mean morning was whenever Sephiroth decided they would leave.

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Tifa's snarled. Her hands slung, hit, and otherwise beat on the unfortunate punching bag of her choice tonight. She was going to get out of practice, with there being nothing really for the group to do.

If for no other reason, Tifa was in a bad mood.

Words echoed through her mind, and she saw the look on Cloud's face again and again. The words swirled and sank in. There were the words from Aeris' gravestone. The words Cloud had chosen for her. It told the world only one thing: that she had fought and lost her life for the sake of their world. Most people would pass that off as normal, but a closer look would recognize how selfless it made her sound. That was what Cloud had wanted.
Tifa hated the look Cloud had on his face, staring at the grave. He was so sad, nobody deserved that sadness. The loss had hurt Tifa greatly as well, but nobody was as affected as Cloud. He had been very close to her. With a final sharb jab, she walked up the stairs. She built her courage as her legs carried her down the hall. Her eyes rested on the door, as her hand touched the knob slowly.

"Cloud?" There was no response. Tifa let herself in, she knew he was there.

"Hi, Cloud" He was staring dully out the window, the glow of his eyes veiled by suppressed tears. She moved to sit next to him on the edge of his bed, and took his hand.
"I miss her too." Cloud's face scrunched, and he dropped his head into his arms, shaking with sobs. Tifa had never seen him like this before. She pet his back lightly, but now words of comfort came.

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HEY! I almost got somewhere with this one!