it was nighttime, very dim lighting of the moon shining in the windows of aerith's church. he'd have yet to return home to you, marlene and denzel. he didn't want you to know he had the sickness too, he didn't want to cause worry. his mental health has just been too much.. he'd find himself laying on the floor of your old deceased friend, aerith's, church. the soft fictionalised yellow lillies gently blowing in the breeze that went by. he'd cared all along, even when you thought he didn't.