All of the hurt and pain and anger that she's held inside for so long... for seven whole years comes out now. Never, in a million years, did she imagine she would have to relive parts of it, and have it be so real. Tifa would awaken from nightmares of that night all the time, but eventually, she was able to weather them. They made her stronger, made her want to push harder to recover and find her strength... and here it was, breaking her down all over again.
It had made him suffer through it, too.
And yet here he is, after seeing all of what made Tifa weak, he's standing sturdy for her still. She could still question everything that she kept feeling when she was with him, but the answers are right here, as his arms reciprocate, and she can feel his head rest atop hers, and all she can do is let it out, just as he urges her to.]
I'm sorry... [she finally mutters through the sobs.
If she had a choice or a say in the matter, he would have found out another way—where he didn't have to live through the horrors of a fire, or seeing his family be the victim of it all. Where he wouldn't have had to stand helpless while it all happened, and carried her out of there like that...
Or maybe not at all.
But that isn't how this place works, is it? People stumble in and out of dreams all the time... but why him? And why that one?]
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All of the hurt and pain and anger that she's held inside for so long... for seven whole years comes out now. Never, in a million years, did she imagine she would have to relive parts of it, and have it be so real. Tifa would awaken from nightmares of that night all the time, but eventually, she was able to weather them. They made her stronger, made her want to push harder to recover and find her strength... and here it was, breaking her down all over again.
It had made him suffer through it, too.
And yet here he is, after seeing all of what made Tifa weak, he's standing sturdy for her still. She could still question everything that she kept feeling when she was with him, but the answers are right here, as his arms reciprocate, and she can feel his head rest atop hers, and all she can do is let it out, just as he urges her to.]
I'm sorry... [she finally mutters through the sobs.
If she had a choice or a say in the matter, he would have found out another way—where he didn't have to live through the horrors of a fire, or seeing his family be the victim of it all. Where he wouldn't have had to stand helpless while it all happened, and carried her out of there like that...
Or maybe not at all.
But that isn't how this place works, is it? People stumble in and out of dreams all the time... but why him? And why that one?]
I'm sorry you had to see all of that...