[Tifa can feel it. She can feel the warm blood still clinging to her chest and her clothes, and the way that the scar on her chest burns. Her bones feel as if they'd been shattered all over again each time she gives it any ounce of attention, and the metal rods in her ribs make themselves known all over again. It's all a very painful reminder of what happened that day, and just when she thought she'd gotten over it and moved on, it came back to haunt her all over again.
It hurts so much still...
Her hand moves to clutch at her chest, but it lands over his instead and, undeterred, she only slides her fingers into his palm for comfort.]
No, I'm fine.
[It's an outright lie, and he'll know it any time she winces when she moves.
But it's silent again, and Tifa just gives herself a moment to sit there and take it all in. The snow may be a coverup, but she knows what happened. She knows that he'd seen it all—the reactor, the sword, how she'd fallen so easily... and while everything after that is a blur, she can still feel the heat of the flames on her skin... He'd seen the fires that had burned her home to the ground. No, he'd lived them.
Her body begins to give out again, and with a giant inhale, Tifa deflates and falls against him once more. Everything else be damned, she's relieved that she isn't alone.]
How do we make it stop? [How does she make the pain go away?] I wanna go home...
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[Tifa can feel it. She can feel the warm blood still clinging to her chest and her clothes, and the way that the scar on her chest burns. Her bones feel as if they'd been shattered all over again each time she gives it any ounce of attention, and the metal rods in her ribs make themselves known all over again. It's all a very painful reminder of what happened that day, and just when she thought she'd gotten over it and moved on, it came back to haunt her all over again.
It hurts so much still...
Her hand moves to clutch at her chest, but it lands over his instead and, undeterred, she only slides her fingers into his palm for comfort.]
No, I'm fine.
[It's an outright lie, and he'll know it any time she winces when she moves.
But it's silent again, and Tifa just gives herself a moment to sit there and take it all in. The snow may be a coverup, but she knows what happened. She knows that he'd seen it all—the reactor, the sword, how she'd fallen so easily... and while everything after that is a blur, she can still feel the heat of the flames on her skin... He'd seen the fires that had burned her home to the ground. No, he'd lived them.
Her body begins to give out again, and with a giant inhale, Tifa deflates and falls against him once more. Everything else be damned, she's relieved that she isn't alone.]
How do we make it stop? [How does she make the pain go away?] I wanna go home...