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Blameless
A/N: Post-FFVII; pre-Advent Children; metions of Aerith Gainsborough and Zack Fair; "A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ." - John Steinbeck
Mercenary. Warrior. Bodyguard. Not a one of those things applied, child, fool, failure that he was. Cut down in spirit, while she had been cut down by a blade. It should have been the other way around. Should have been him in her place, even in Zack's. They didn't have to die.
One by the bullet, the other by the blade. It should have been him.
Why not me? Why not me?
It was just a guilty conscience. He knew it was. Just a lack of security in his own mind, the inabilty to let go of the unchangeable and maintain a happier scene. Hhe just wasn't as light-hearted as Zack and Aerith had been.
"You don't have to hurt anymore." He could feel her there, speaking to his soul. "It doesn't have to be your fault. It isn't your fault."
He was truly blameless in her eyes.