The words of the groundskeeper still rang in his head like a rolling bell, he could feel he was under a strange force but due to his blindness he could not tell if he was moving somewhere or still in the massive cage— if he was he would have heard Annik.
The only thing he could do in the shape of time he was being bombarded with strange energy was holding on to both his companions as tight as he could and think.
Aerith was perplexed by the nature of his situation, and by the way he held on to both the wounded Nasha and the heavily afflicted Emilia. His grip was to tight one would assume he had been soldered until them like metal joints. He had never felt so attached to any one in his life before, he wondered why he was reacting in such a way so suddenly.
