[It's hard to see anyone in distress. Harder when the circumstances are so dire, and the friends involved are so dear.]
[Joshua fights the urge to immediately console Tifa (he'll leave that up to Lyria, who seems far more adept at the art) and listens, instead.]
[He flew up...]
[...no way to be sure.]
[He's quiet, eyes cast to the side as he thinks. He hasn't primed in this realm, and even in the best of circumstances, the act is taxing on the body. With his current state, it's hard to tell if he'd so much as call forth a fledgling, let alone the Phoenix as a whole.]
[...But there are hearts, lives, and friends at stake, and Joshua had no small part in bringing them to the point of catastrophe. There's no time for 'if' or 'maybe'. The moment he speaks, his word will be his bond, no matter what he has to do to keep it.]
[He places a hand on Tifa's shoulder, comforting and resolute as his eyes shift between her and Lyria.]
There is a way.
[On his way towards the exit (when he totally was not sneaking out), he'd kept careful tabs on other ways to escape, if necessary. A stairwell leading to the roof proved particularly promising.]
Follow me, both of you. We must make haste.
[With that, Joshua hurries the short distance to the stairs and starts climbing against the burning in his chest. He trusts them to follow.]
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[Joshua fights the urge to immediately console Tifa (he'll leave that up to Lyria, who seems far more adept at the art) and listens, instead.]
[He flew up...]
[...no way to be sure.]
[He's quiet, eyes cast to the side as he thinks. He hasn't primed in this realm, and even in the best of circumstances, the act is taxing on the body. With his current state, it's hard to tell if he'd so much as call forth a fledgling, let alone the Phoenix as a whole.]
[...But there are hearts, lives, and friends at stake, and Joshua had no small part in bringing them to the point of catastrophe. There's no time for 'if' or 'maybe'. The moment he speaks, his word will be his bond, no matter what he has to do to keep it.]
[He places a hand on Tifa's shoulder, comforting and resolute as his eyes shift between her and Lyria.]
There is a way.
[On his way towards the exit (when he totally was not sneaking out), he'd kept careful tabs on other ways to escape, if necessary. A stairwell leading to the roof proved particularly promising.]
Follow me, both of you. We must make haste.
[With that, Joshua hurries the short distance to the stairs and starts climbing against the burning in his chest. He trusts them to follow.]