[In those few moments before he shouts back, small embers had started to form from the ground, and it's started to feel hot at his feet, as if Tifa is trying to chase him away, back to town where she thinks he belongs, but they and the heat die away when she realizes that she doesn't know that voice.
Her foot withdraws from taking another step, gently falling back next to her other one, and as carefully as she can, she turns her head to glance over her shoulder. Tears start to flow, violently, but she's too afraid to cry or sob out loud—it might all crumble underneath her.]
You... want to help? Who are you?
[Why does he want to help? What will it do for him? Does he know her mom? Is he a friend of her dad's?]
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Her foot withdraws from taking another step, gently falling back next to her other one, and as carefully as she can, she turns her head to glance over her shoulder. Tears start to flow, violently, but she's too afraid to cry or sob out loud—it might all crumble underneath her.]
You... want to help? Who are you?
[Why does he want to help? What will it do for him? Does he know her mom? Is he a friend of her dad's?]