[Whether she's noticed the change in scenery or not, Tifa pays it no further attention. Her focus, instead, is fixed on the bridge underneath her feet that continues to blink in and out of Hilda's view, while the girl doesn't seem to notice. To her, it's there. It's always been there. She'd been caught several times talking about crossing the bridge, and her mother would scold her about how dangerous it was and beg her to stop thinking about it.
But just like the rest of the scenery, there are plenty of blanks to be filled.
She's having troubles taking the next step across the bridge, the few pieces of wood looking weaker than the others, but... she's come this far to find mom. She isn't about to stop there.
And as she takes a single step forward, that piece of wood snaps under her feet, and her shriek echoes through the mountains and over the trees as she wraps her arms around the ropes for dear life.]
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But just like the rest of the scenery, there are plenty of blanks to be filled.
She's having troubles taking the next step across the bridge, the few pieces of wood looking weaker than the others, but... she's come this far to find mom. She isn't about to stop there.
And as she takes a single step forward, that piece of wood snaps under her feet, and her shriek echoes through the mountains and over the trees as she wraps her arms around the ropes for dear life.]
I'm not scared... I'm not scared!