[His grumbling has her brows arching at him, and it takes an extra moment for it to dawn on her what that implies, before she bursts into a short bout of giggles, covering her mouth with the blanket as if that will do anything to stop them.]
What do you mean, "the other one"? There's one you.
[He's the same person, through and through. Tifa might not have known him for very long back in Camelot, but in the time they did spend together, she's never been more sure of anything. That this Eustace and that Eustace are one in the same, with the only differences being their memories.
Although... she'd have to reconsider that... after tonight...
Still, her amusement remains, helping to lighten some of the heaviness that had lingered.]
You have nothing to worry about, I promise.
[If anything, shouldn't Camelot's Eustace be the jealous one?]
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What do you mean, "the other one"? There's one you.
[He's the same person, through and through. Tifa might not have known him for very long back in Camelot, but in the time they did spend together, she's never been more sure of anything. That this Eustace and that Eustace are one in the same, with the only differences being their memories.
Although... she'd have to reconsider that... after tonight...
Still, her amusement remains, helping to lighten some of the heaviness that had lingered.]
You have nothing to worry about, I promise.
[If anything, shouldn't Camelot's Eustace be the jealous one?]