With a decisive mission looming at dawn, tension hangs heavy over the group. Cloud keeps to himself, Barret masks his worry with bravado, and Yuffie drowns her nerves in stolen drinks and loud laughter. Even in the quiet of the night, rest refuses to come.

For Aerith Gainsborough, the unease is different. She smiles through it, but her thoughts won’t slow, and sleep feels impossibly far away.