[ if she stopped with just that in her explanation — maybe i'm magic — it'd be more than enough for him to believe, since so much about aerith is encased in this idea of something beyond ordinary, almost angelic in her existence and presence in his life. but he watches as she stretches her arm for him, blinking as he stares at the orb within her bangle. ]
That's ... materia?
[ he has no idea at all what that word alone means, but he's more caught up in staring at the orb itself, thoughtful for a moment like it's seemingly familiar somehow ... ]
Oh! [ he jolts, sitting up suddenly as he slightly turns, trying to face her. ] Your marble! [ well, not a marble. as she's now explained. materia. ] The white one! I have it.
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That's ... materia?
[ he has no idea at all what that word alone means, but he's more caught up in staring at the orb itself, thoughtful for a moment like it's seemingly familiar somehow ... ]
Oh! [ he jolts, sitting up suddenly as he slightly turns, trying to face her. ] Your marble! [ well, not a marble. as she's now explained. materia. ] The white one! I have it.