[ The mystery continues. Just as odd as the words themselves is Rufus' demeanor: seemingly more unable to find his footing in this conversation than he's ever been, at least in the few times they'd spoken. Aerith regards him with continued wariness, though, still without enough information to understand, she merely shakes her head. ]
He hasn't. [ A surprise to Rufus, apparently, but not to her. ...Or, it wouldn't have been, were it not for this interaction.
What happened out there?
The question earns a nod, though: curt, and following a pause. ]
Yeah, back home. [ But surely that's not news. ] He'd come by my mom's house to try and get me to go back.
[ Someone had to convince her to return of her own will, after all, or so they believed. Some of them, anyway. ]
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He hasn't. [ A surprise to Rufus, apparently, but not to her. ...Or, it wouldn't have been, were it not for this interaction.
What happened out there?
The question earns a nod, though: curt, and following a pause. ]
Yeah, back home. [ But surely that's not news. ] He'd come by my mom's house to try and get me to go back.
[ Someone had to convince her to return of her own will, after all, or so they believed. Some of them, anyway. ]
And...to check on me.