[Tifa's already tugging on him before he can finish what he's saying, giving him a look of silent agreement first over her shoulder. She's careful as she starts ahead, one foot testing the ledge first before she shuffles sideways with her back to the wall. She could probably fit a little easier but Tifa would be lying if she said she wasn't terrified of what awaits below—far, far below, beyond the thick fog and clouds that coils about, thickening the air that it makes it harder to breathe.
A single misstep, and this journey would be over.
So, she focuses on something else for now, clinging onto Nier's words.]
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A single misstep, and this journey would be over.
So, she focuses on something else for now, clinging onto Nier's words.]
You have a daughter? What's her name?