[He felt the bed move under her weight, wondering for a moment if he was talking to one of his Turks while thinking it was here. This wouldn't be the first time something like this had happened- he had nearly stabbed Rude thinking he was Sephiroth when Rufus had woken up feverish from a nightmare. That was one of the first incidents that made him realize how sick he had become.

He sat up a little despite the pain, not bothering to hide the wince as he propped himself up against the pillows. He decided to give up on sleep for now. If this was truly Aerith sitting with him, her presence was soothing, her kindness unexpected but warm. He could see why the Turks had protected her so fiercely. ]

I need to make sure that no one can ever do what Shinra did ever again. I can't let the past repeat itself.

[That meant finding Jenova and disposing of it. He had to make sure it was done while he was alive even if it meant holding on with the very last of his strength until the end. There is a moment before he softly speaks again.]

I've nearly died more than once but I don't think I'll ever be ready for when the time comes.