She shivered, then shook her head. It wasn't cold in Midgar. Just October and, while it wasn't warm, it was a pretty normal autumn and she was dressed in a suit.

But part of her was still cold. Maybe it was the way her thoughts were going, darker than she'd wanted.

(Not darker than she'd expected, though, honestly. There'd been many reasons she'd wanted to be alone tonight.)

"I'm not great at it," she admitted to the flowers. "Failed the most important test."

Which still burned, years later.