She wanted to comfort him, to tell him that it was alright but the words were lost to the wind, her voice silent even though her lips parted as if to speak. She didn’t know the cause of that tremble: the war, the outcome or something else entirely. She only knew that she wanted to comfort him in some way.

Terra smiled up at him, calling on strength that she was given by those around her. “We’ll come back again. There is always time.” Whether that was true or not Terra chose to believe so. She gently reached for Sephiroth’s hand guiding him away from the temple and the depression atmosphere that the guard had instigated.

Her green hair shifted, ruffling in the wind while her cheeks began to tint a soft pink. It was cold and goose bumps began to prickle her shoulder and arms as they walked away from the temple.

“I love the sky.”

She looked up and then over at Sephiroth feeling as if the world around them had stopped. She had forgotten that she had taken his hand and that she was still holding it. “During the day it’s so lively and at night it’s so peaceful.”

They would head back to the inn, separate into their rooms but she wanted the final memory of the night to be happy.