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[ Stained glass creates colorful rainbows of patterns on the wooded floor, beams of sunlight streaming in through the holes in the roof. Despite the decrepit nature, the church is fairly well kept, clean and free of most forms of debris (though there are more than a few shattered wood beams and pews scattered here and there); the one thing that stands out the most being a large flower garden in the center of the main area.

It's a healthy garden, growing lush and vibrant, almost sticking out like a sore thumb in its surroundings.

And Tifa is there, kneeling next to it, looking for weeds and other things that might keep the garden from growing.

It helps her feel like Aerith is really still there.

She comes here, sometimes, to clear her head, to take a break. It really is a peaceful place in what's left of Sector Five, a small private world for those who remember the flower girl who used to come here. Sometimes Tifa thought about taking some of the flowers home with her, decorating the bar with them..

But she always ended up feeling as though they were better off here, hidden away, where only those who came looking for them and knew they were here could find them. ]

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[feeling a little awkward but not unwelcome, he slowly moves through the distance between them until he's standing behind and just a little to the side of her. The flowers are growing. The way, to him, they've always seemed to have grown. But Aerith fussed over them when she was here and somehow he supposes they need someone to fuss over them still. It would be Tifa to fill that spot.

The warmth from the sunlight through the broken roof warms both flowers and the earth under them and the scents mix in the air with old wood and dust. It's a familiar smell, one he sometimes remembers in his dreams, and it's both peaceful and lays heavy on him. Absent he rubs at the ache of muscle and joint in his arm as he watched Tifa's clever fingers somehow sort weed from flower and know the difference. Looking across the garden, not really concentrating on anything after a while, he quietly says:]

I think she'd want you here too. You always understood her better than the rest of us.