[Slowly but surely, the fires begin to die at the mercy of the snow. Strangely enough, it blankets the flames and puts them out rather than melting away. The parts of Nibelheim that still remained fade behind the new world that forces its way in, and the heat makes way for the cold. What was once a town crumbles around him until all that remains is a field of snow, with trees lining it in the distance, and the world falls silent.
The snow is stained with blood, the trail of it left behind in his wake, and all of the ash that blackened the air is replaced by the kiss of snowflakes on his skin.
Tifa can feel something squeezing around her, only making the pain in her chest that much more distinguishable, but that isn't the first thing she focuses on. It's the sound of his voice in her head... and how his hold feels so alike one that she had woken up to before, that gets her to stir at last, and every muscle in her body suddenly feels so tense...]
How many...?
[The words fall past her lips in barely a whisper, and her head slumps back against his shoulder, tears streaking her cheeks again.]
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The snow is stained with blood, the trail of it left behind in his wake, and all of the ash that blackened the air is replaced by the kiss of snowflakes on his skin.
Tifa can feel something squeezing around her, only making the pain in her chest that much more distinguishable, but that isn't the first thing she focuses on. It's the sound of his voice in her head... and how his hold feels so alike one that she had woken up to before, that gets her to stir at last, and every muscle in her body suddenly feels so tense...]
How many...?
[The words fall past her lips in barely a whisper, and her head slumps back against his shoulder, tears streaking her cheeks again.]
... It hurts, Eustace.