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Aerith watched as her friends left the underground city, one by one, till Cloud picked up her body and followed them up the crystal Stair case.
Her body, which still had an open bleeding stab wound through the abdomen. Her body, which was Cold, Dead, and Lifeless. Yet here she still was. Still following Cloud as if she was alive.
She didn't know why she hadn't return to the planet's Lifestream like she should have. Maybe it was because she wanted to stay. Wanted to see what would happen after her death. What would happen after her friends defeat the one who killed her.
Would her plea reach the planet? Did she Summon Holy after all?
There was only one way to find out, stay and see it for her self. And even if her friends could not see her, she would look over them.
As she started to float/climb the stairs behind Cloud, she paused and turned around when she saw a flash of silver hair and black leather out of the corner of her eye. There, behind her, standing where she was slain, was Sephiroth. Smirking down at the puddle of blood that would permanently stain the stone.
She tried to warn Cloud by yelling his name. But of course, he didn't hear her. He took the last two steps that lead up out of the city and into the large seashell house.
However, someone did hear her.
Sephiroth looked up, startled, and was surprised to see the half faded spirit of Aerith standing halfway up the crystal stairs. How could this be! He killed her! She should have gone to the Lifestream! Something was wrong here. Something was very wrong here.
And, after the ghost turned and looked at him, he had a feeling that things were only going to get worse.