Aerith looked thoughtful, casting her gaze over to the flowers she tended so carefully, and then up towards the roof, and that hole that had never been repaired. "We might not have to get them out," she said, softly. "Axel," she looked up at him, "this is my home, I know these people, you can't expect me to just leave."

To say nothing of the shock to the lifestream to have all those people pass into it at once.

"And I can't ask you to stay, so if you want to leave, you can, but I won't come with you. I have to stay; I have to do something."