Terra, on the other hand, is unabashed about being here for the fireworks - and the view in general. He's not particularly familiar with cities of this size, and flying over them at night provides a new experience, something that hopefully won't have him thinking too much about home.

Good luck with that.

Still, the airship deck makes a good place to think, and he's been brooding lost in thought for a while when he hears footsteps behind him, and turns around to greet -

Wait. He knows that face. He knows it because it's his face. Even the hair - it's silver, but it's in the same style. For a moment Terra wonders if he's dreaming. Coming face to face with yourself is the kind of thing that happens in dreams.

"Who...are you?"