[If Tifa knew any better right now, she might think that Hilda was afraid of what awaited them on the other side of the trees... but she's been brave so far. Braver than she's been, even with the front that she's putting on. But she isn't going to stop now, especially when she's reminded of the things the boys are probably saying back in town right now, or how her father is going to give her a stern talking to when he sees her, but if she can prove that her mom is there...]
Yeah, I'm sure.
[And she gives Hilda's hand a squeeze, as if to reassure her that they will both be okay.
But as she starts to lead on into the forest, she can see the outlines of figures running through them. Unmistakably children, judging by their size, that dart in and out of the shadows, but it's too dark for her to make out their faces. And they're all laughing amongst themselves, except for one, who stands off to the side to watch on. It reminds her a little of Cloud...]
Just ignore them.
[If Hilda is even seeing the same thing she is, as Tifa's memories try to force their way back in.
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Yeah, I'm sure.
[And she gives Hilda's hand a squeeze, as if to reassure her that they will both be okay.
But as she starts to lead on into the forest, she can see the outlines of figures running through them. Unmistakably children, judging by their size, that dart in and out of the shadows, but it's too dark for her to make out their faces. And they're all laughing amongst themselves, except for one, who stands off to the side to watch on. It reminds her a little of Cloud...]
Just ignore them.
[If Hilda is even seeing the same thing she is, as Tifa's memories try to force their way back in.
Frowning, Tifa presses on.]