"I'm ... sorry you don't have Midgar," she shrugged, trying to ignore the little thrill that raced through her for the rest of it. "You have to see Spira, some time. Lots of wide open. Even if you can't see Home. Just desert out there, now."

She hadn't been back since. Nothing to see, really.

"We should drink," she decided. Which was always a bad answer, but the hell with it.