[She lets him yell, lets him cry and she'll let him scream if that's what he wants to do. But she's not letting go of his shoulders, and if he runs, she'll chase him and catch him. Her own heart is feeling like it's been run through as he cries, so she crouches down, moving one hand to gently wipe tears from his cheek. The look on her face should say enough, but...]

I wish I could tell you that, Hope. I wish you were right. But I know what happened, and if this place could bring Snow when he was a Cie'th, there's nothing stopping it from bringing the dead here. I'm sorry.