Her eyes bee-lined towards the ground. He was right, she knew that but it was so hard to forget the things she has seen. "Your right." Her voice was quiet as she slipped into her thoughts for a moment. They just met and she was treating him horribly.

"I'm sorry."

Yuna gripped the bag in her hand more tightly and looked up at Sephiroth, determined not to flinch.

"Thank you for helping me pick these up."

Her voice sounded strange but she was trying despite the twisting knot she felt growing in her chest.