What is that? Familiarity, somewhere, deep down. She knows that voice... knows it well. He'd gone so far away, and when they met again, he was still the same, and yet... so different. And in spite of that coldness, there were still so many things about him that she did remember. How gently he would grab her hand, or how he would be so careful when pulling her from danger. A firm but guarding presence...
... Cloud? She wants to call out to him, but...
"Tifa can you hear me?"
His voice sounds different now, but not at all unfamiliar. His touch, cold as it may be, still carries a presence, similar, but unique in its own way. Firm and powerful, but so careful at the same time. She knows this one, too. She remembers it... Somewhere in the sea of memories, she remembers the way his hands shook when he held her, just like he is now, and when she had opened her eyes, it was his face that she saw...
... Eustace.
Tifa stirs, only just enough for her to finally open her eyes. Her breathing is short, ragged, as she struggles to do as much, and when she speaks, her voice is a low whisper that he can hear the life leaving her body, and the cold taking over.]
... You promised... You promised that you'd come when I was in trouble...
[Wait.
That's not right, either. Why did she say that? And why was Eustace the one she was looking up at... And why does he look so different? So much older... Nothing about this is right, but there isn't anything about it she finds wrong, either.
She asks all of these questions as she lets her eyes close again...]
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What is that? Familiarity, somewhere, deep down. She knows that voice... knows it well. He'd gone so far away, and when they met again, he was still the same, and yet... so different. And in spite of that coldness, there were still so many things about him that she did remember. How gently he would grab her hand, or how he would be so careful when pulling her from danger. A firm but guarding presence...
... Cloud? She wants to call out to him, but...
"Tifa can you hear me?"
His voice sounds different now, but not at all unfamiliar. His touch, cold as it may be, still carries a presence, similar, but unique in its own way. Firm and powerful, but so careful at the same time. She knows this one, too. She remembers it... Somewhere in the sea of memories, she remembers the way his hands shook when he held her, just like he is now, and when she had opened her eyes, it was his face that she saw...
... Eustace.
Tifa stirs, only just enough for her to finally open her eyes. Her breathing is short, ragged, as she struggles to do as much, and when she speaks, her voice is a low whisper that he can hear the life leaving her body, and the cold taking over.]
... You promised... You promised that you'd come when I was in trouble...
[Wait.
That's not right, either. Why did she say that? And why was Eustace the one she was looking up at... And why does he look so different? So much older... Nothing about this is right, but there isn't anything about it she finds wrong, either.
She asks all of these questions as she lets her eyes close again...]