[He doesn't respond at first, that vacant look in his eyes still there. But in his mind it's a different story, images and sounds playing in a scrambled mess at first before it all starts coming together. Of him staring down as Tifa walks towards him her dress, of the starflowers that fill the ground and the large tree behind them.
Of their vows, of the looks of love and devotion exchanged between them.
As it starts to fade and his eyes starts to clear, he stares ahead at the young woman in front of him who no longer holds a bouquet but a sword in her hands. And slowly, very slowly...]
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Of their vows, of the looks of love and devotion exchanged between them.
As it starts to fade and his eyes starts to clear, he stares ahead at the young woman in front of him who no longer holds a bouquet but a sword in her hands. And slowly, very slowly...]
...Ti...fa?