[ Autumn. Is it cooler already? Aerith can't tell with her death penalty, and she knows it. She wasn't expecting him to talk about death, but she also knows...he wasn't on the draft, there's no reason he'd know...

Thinking about that makes her own silence long as she looks at him in confusion. Finally she responds: ] ...It will be new, won't it? And beautiful. Change is always going to happen.

You really like the flowers, don't you?