[Tifa has never seen anything like it. Even with the heavy fog still lingering over it, she can tell—this isn't supposed to be here. She can see the outlines of the things coming up from the ground, but they're unlike anything she's ever seen before. Not quite swords, but not anything else that she recognizes, no matter how hard she tries to parse it. No matter how hard she tries, she can't find that memory.

So, this must be...]

Sora?

[She can feel his hand tightening around hers, and Tifa lifts her other one to place over his.]

You know this place, don't you? Because I can't remember it...

[...]

But it's okay, as long as we keep going together, nothing can hurt us.