( The absurdity of the question startles a small laugh out of Jill, a fleeting smile crossing her face. Is she alright? No. But at the same time-- )

I will be. Every moment here, with Clive and anyone else who has left us ( Cid included, and the knowing look she gives him conveys that more than words could. ) is a moment more that I never imagined myself being able to have. It's... ( Easier? No, not quite. ) better than refusing to feel anything at all, even though I know it will break my heart.

( It is harder than locking herself away behind ice. That would be easy, simple, but Jill swore she wouldn't. Not ever again. )