[Everything he sees is unfamiliar, that feeling of dissonance growing the further he runs. But he can't think of that right now—he has to find Tifa. Has to make sure she's alive.
She can't die, not again—!
The thought hits him like a bolt of lightning, but he doesn't notice the incongruity of the words, only moving as hard and fast as he can. But why is it so slow? Why does it keep feeling as if he's being pushed back? And although the fires frighten him, he feels something push him forward instead.
Gasping he reaches the reactor, the structure so strange and foreign to him, but again he doesn't take any notice, only looking for that familiar figure. Just before he shouts her name, he spots her—but he can't move. He can't even open his mouth.
Tifa! Tifa, look at me!
It's a desperate internal cry before he stiffens, eyes widening when he sees her pick up the sword. What... What is she...
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She can't die, not again—!
The thought hits him like a bolt of lightning, but he doesn't notice the incongruity of the words, only moving as hard and fast as he can. But why is it so slow? Why does it keep feeling as if he's being pushed back? And although the fires frighten him, he feels something push him forward instead.
Gasping he reaches the reactor, the structure so strange and foreign to him, but again he doesn't take any notice, only looking for that familiar figure. Just before he shouts her name, he spots her—but he can't move. He can't even open his mouth.
Tifa! Tifa, look at me!
It's a desperate internal cry before he stiffens, eyes widening when he sees her pick up the sword. What... What is she...
TIFA!!
Why can't he move? Why can't he do anything!??!]