She didn't have to be a hunter, but Aerith also didn't want to be a burden that other people had to look after. Still, Even spoke with such confidence on the matter that it was hard not to be won over.

She wrinkled her nose one last time at the carcass they were intent on dismembering. Maybe that part just reminded her too much of things she'd rather forget. She wasn't about to admit that to Even, however. Not here and now. Not where Szayel could hear, anyway.

Aerith turned her back on the scene, and made her way over towards Ienzo. At least he was staying out of range of the smell.