Holding onto him with all her might Aerith lets herself cry against his chest, aware of the way he's trembling against him, certain he's mourning as well. Guilt over not having been the one to handle Piaget eats at her, a feeling that grows more raw and ragged as Balthier speaks.

"This is all because of me, I should have done something," she leans back, shaking her head woefully. "I will do something. It's wrong that you have to bear this burden."