[Some of them were kind to me. Reeve wonders not for the first time if that would really be true, as she knows the words. She thinks again of Sephiroth's younger self-- her bright eyes, her questions, her smiles. Perhaps she misses the child because there was so much she wanted to do for her. Her feelings for Sephiroth at this age are quite different, but very bit as intense.

Thinking that she'd like some biscuits with her tea and not wanting to ask Sephiroth to get them, she rises and goes into the kitchen-- only to find Sephiroth standing over the stove, seemingly troubled or lost in thought. She approaches, reaching out to put a hand on the taller woman's arm.]

Are you all right? If you'd rather not discuss these things with me, it's all right-- I mean, I'll understand. I don't want to-- trouble you.