Disturbed dreams [Open]

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After her time on the ship, she thought she was beginning to understand the voice of Stacy, humming her songs through her structure. She was becoming familiar to her, and a comfort in her own rite, especially after traveling to the planet (Earth, they called it) and feeling the difference.

But now...it felt different. Something felt off, but she could not place how. Perhaps she was simply off-balance from the disquieting dreams as of late. They had done well in chipping away at her peace, but she maintained an outward calm despite it. Panic and discomfort spread easily, and the crew of this ship had all their own troubles to deal with. If she was to help them or Stacy, spreading panic would not do it.

And yet, she could not help a faint frown, as she looked down at her meal. She chose to continue to feed herself with Stacy's offered sustinance, but then...she knew very little of much of the other food Stacy offered. She would not take away the limited supplies from those who had difficulty eating what Stacy offered in surplus.

Why would she dream of ShinRa now?

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She glanced up in surprise at the statement. She wasn't certain what fine dining was, beyond a general concept of what it would consist of--that sort of information was not among the memories she retained from the Lifestream--but it stood to reason this was not what those like President Shinra and Palmer expected.

Whether he chose to eat Stacy's offerings for the good of others, or whether he was given no choice in the matter, Aeris could not say, but she offered him a sympathetic smile regardless. "It nourishes us, and Stacy asks for nothing in return."