"Hm maybe?" Aerith hasn't had a chance to examine everything yet. Coming out of the Lifestream is disorienting. She has also been distracted by seeing faces she knows and faces...like Angeal's. Like Genesis's. Death has little meaning in this world - she wonders if it sticks under any circumstances?

That's a rather grim line of thinking and so she quickly gives Angeal an apologetic smile.

"I can't hear...this world." she starts, her brow knitting, "I'm sure every plant, every animal is trying to tell us something. We just can't hear it. I'll work on it."