He doesn't have to say more - the tension in his jaw speaks volumes. Maybe another time a chance to pry further will present itself, but Aerith's not going to push her luck. Instead, she nods understandingly and takes a sip of her water.

"You sound like you come from a world like mine." How many spurned Shinra operatives were out there, making ends meet as mercenaries?

"Do you stay at Whetstone now?" She's seen him there before, on the roof, and though she's around fairly often, it's a pretty big place.