[There's a ripple of relief when her eyes flutter open, but it distorts to confusion when she mutters those words. Promise? ...What promise, he can't recall making some kind of promise.
Part of the dream, then? ...But who is she...
No, that's not important. When her voice fades and he sees her complexion paling his thoughts instantly flip back to the cave and the present.]
—Tifa. Tifa! Dammit, wake up—!
[He swears as the ice stops and his hand goes to her neck, feeling her pulse. It's so faint, just barely there. He hates how familiar this feels when it shouldn't be. His only point of solace is that this is a dream, a memory, and by some miracle she lives. He doesn't know how, but he can't waste time trying to figure it out. Maybe she'll be fine, maybe she won't, again he doesn't want to take any chance that what she suffers here in this dream will affect her upon waking. And with even this she's still not coming to, and he fears he has to play this out until the end.
His mind racing through all the possibilities, he rips off his cloak and covers her before carefully picking her up. As he does, the ground buckles beneath him, and he staggers to stay upright. Explosions can be heard behind him, ominous creaking and things shattering. Something nearby erupts into a searing wave of heat, and he gasps as he feels it burn his back as he covers the small form in his arm.
But he doesn't falter. Quickly he looks for where he came from, biting his lip as he focuses and creates a swirling wind of snow and ice around him. It's a poor construct, but it may be enough to help deflect some of the heat and fire that burns around them. After a staggering step he runs forward, but has to stop when a large piece of steel falls and blocks his path. Just as he looks around to find another way, a blur of white appears from the corner of his eye and he stiffens.
It can't be...
Despite his doubts, he hardens his resolve and follows after it, the white wolf cub leading him through the reactor that's breaking up around him.]
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Part of the dream, then? ...But who is she...
No, that's not important. When her voice fades and he sees her complexion paling his thoughts instantly flip back to the cave and the present.]
—Tifa. Tifa! Dammit, wake up—!
[He swears as the ice stops and his hand goes to her neck, feeling her pulse. It's so faint, just barely there. He hates how familiar this feels when it shouldn't be. His only point of solace is that this is a dream, a memory, and by some miracle she lives. He doesn't know how, but he can't waste time trying to figure it out. Maybe she'll be fine, maybe she won't, again he doesn't want to take any chance that what she suffers here in this dream will affect her upon waking. And with even this she's still not coming to, and he fears he has to play this out until the end.
His mind racing through all the possibilities, he rips off his cloak and covers her before carefully picking her up. As he does, the ground buckles beneath him, and he staggers to stay upright. Explosions can be heard behind him, ominous creaking and things shattering. Something nearby erupts into a searing wave of heat, and he gasps as he feels it burn his back as he covers the small form in his arm.
But he doesn't falter. Quickly he looks for where he came from, biting his lip as he focuses and creates a swirling wind of snow and ice around him. It's a poor construct, but it may be enough to help deflect some of the heat and fire that burns around them. After a staggering step he runs forward, but has to stop when a large piece of steel falls and blocks his path. Just as he looks around to find another way, a blur of white appears from the corner of his eye and he stiffens.
It can't be...
Despite his doubts, he hardens his resolve and follows after it, the white wolf cub leading him through the reactor that's breaking up around him.]