[Tifa can feel it rising in her chest and turning over in her stomach—it's a rage she never thought she would be capable of, but it burns just as much as that sickening smell of mako. She isn't thinking straight anymore, she knows... She should run back to the village and save the people she still can—if there were any survivors left—and yet... she can think of nothing else than seeking vengeance for what he's done. For taking everything from her, and for what?
She turns to look over her shoulder then, as if Eustace's voice had somehow reached her even when he couldn't speak, her face red and streaked with tears. She smiles, and her shoulders shake with relief when she sees him.]
I'm sorry I couldn't protect anyone... That there was nothing I could do... but you need to go. This isn't right.
[Nothing about this is right. Sephiroth, Shinra, all of it... but there was more than just that. So many things had been off about today that Tifa could never quite put her finger on, but it wasn't until Eustace stood there before her, that she realized...
Her fingers tighten around the hilt of the sword, and the steel scrapes against the grates of the floor as she walks up the stairs towards the silver-haired man. Over his head, "JENOVA" is carved into the wall, and sirens start to blare as he tries to wrench the door open. Tifa's boots echo loud with each step up, and when she reaches the top, consumed by rage, she raises the sword above her head—
It's only then that Sephiroth acknowledges her, and the two of them wrestle as she tries to keep her hold on his blade.
The rest happens in the blink of an eye. Tifa loses her grip, and he takes the sword back. Eustace will finally feel his feet free themselves from whatever force had been holding there, but he'll be only seconds too late. The sword slices through the air, and then across her front. The force sends Tifa reeling back through the air, and when her body hits the stairs once, and then again, the sound of each impact and her bones shattering with each one is deafening.
When she hits the foot of the stairs, she lies lifeless, a pool of blood already soaking through her clothes from the sword's clean cut over her chest. She's still conscious, and still breathing, but barely... as she tries to hold onto her life by a thread.
It hurts... so much... The burning and the pain, the hot blood covering her face and chest and arms... She can hear the ringing in her ears, the sirens blaring even louder and trying to keep her aware, as her body tries to fight the way her mind is prepared to give up. If she gives into it now... if she lets go, then all of the lives lost would be for nothing. They would all be gone just to feed whatever twisted fantasy Sephiroth had fallen into, and then what?
She tries to blink her eyes open, and to call out for help, but her muscles refuse to move, and instead cling onto whatever small pieces of life she still has left in her.]
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She turns to look over her shoulder then, as if Eustace's voice had somehow reached her even when he couldn't speak, her face red and streaked with tears. She smiles, and her shoulders shake with relief when she sees him.]
I'm sorry I couldn't protect anyone... That there was nothing I could do... but you need to go. This isn't right.
[Nothing about this is right. Sephiroth, Shinra, all of it... but there was more than just that. So many things had been off about today that Tifa could never quite put her finger on, but it wasn't until Eustace stood there before her, that she realized...
Her fingers tighten around the hilt of the sword, and the steel scrapes against the grates of the floor as she walks up the stairs towards the silver-haired man. Over his head, "JENOVA" is carved into the wall, and sirens start to blare as he tries to wrench the door open. Tifa's boots echo loud with each step up, and when she reaches the top, consumed by rage, she raises the sword above her head—
It's only then that Sephiroth acknowledges her, and the two of them wrestle as she tries to keep her hold on his blade.
The rest happens in the blink of an eye. Tifa loses her grip, and he takes the sword back. Eustace will finally feel his feet free themselves from whatever force had been holding there, but he'll be only seconds too late. The sword slices through the air, and then across her front. The force sends Tifa reeling back through the air, and when her body hits the stairs once, and then again, the sound of each impact and her bones shattering with each one is deafening.
When she hits the foot of the stairs, she lies lifeless, a pool of blood already soaking through her clothes from the sword's clean cut over her chest. She's still conscious, and still breathing, but barely... as she tries to hold onto her life by a thread.
It hurts... so much... The burning and the pain, the hot blood covering her face and chest and arms... She can hear the ringing in her ears, the sirens blaring even louder and trying to keep her aware, as her body tries to fight the way her mind is prepared to give up. If she gives into it now... if she lets go, then all of the lives lost would be for nothing. They would all be gone just to feed whatever twisted fantasy Sephiroth had fallen into, and then what?
She tries to blink her eyes open, and to call out for help, but her muscles refuse to move, and instead cling onto whatever small pieces of life she still has left in her.]