[This... reminds her so much of the Eustace that she saw in those nightmares. The ones after he had turned Noctaere, when she was drawn in, or had tried to help him. The red flash in his eyes, the cold indifference, the lack of affection...
Or perhaps it's been twisted into whatever this is... Hunger?
Tifa feels sweat bead at her brow as the temperature continues to rise and the fog thickens, heat fighting with cold, and she slams her eyes shut when she feels those claws digging into her skin... feels them around her throat as he hovers over her...
She grabs hold of his wrist to try and tug it away, but he's just as strong as she is, if not stronger in this form. She didn't want to hurt him, but—]
I'm sorry. I love you...
[—her legs hook around his and she twists, sending him flying sideways to the ground with force.]
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Or perhaps it's been twisted into whatever this is... Hunger?
Tifa feels sweat bead at her brow as the temperature continues to rise and the fog thickens, heat fighting with cold, and she slams her eyes shut when she feels those claws digging into her skin... feels them around her throat as he hovers over her...
She grabs hold of his wrist to try and tug it away, but he's just as strong as she is, if not stronger in this form. She didn't want to hurt him, but—]
I'm sorry. I love you...
[—her legs hook around his and she twists, sending him flying sideways to the ground with force.]