[If this nine-year old version of her knew any better, she would tell him to let her go, but she manages to grab on when he calls out to her, but her shoulder snaps with a small cry out for help when she does, and while her toes dangle over the edge as more ground crumbles underneath her, and now him, slowly, but he'll feel begin to feel himself losing his footing.
The dream is trying to right itself. Whatever lay beyond the rocky mountain paths, Tifa didn't know. Whether it was her mother or Yonah, or both, she had hoped to find them... but in this land of dreams, she can't ever know.
Not now, at least. And not like this.
And this mountain will continue to do whatever it can in its power to shake both Nier and Tifa off of it, whether it's the crumpling of the rocks as it starts to head inwards, or the quaking of the ground as it tries to force Nier off his feet and lose his hold.]
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The dream is trying to right itself. Whatever lay beyond the rocky mountain paths, Tifa didn't know. Whether it was her mother or Yonah, or both, she had hoped to find them... but in this land of dreams, she can't ever know.
Not now, at least. And not like this.
And this mountain will continue to do whatever it can in its power to shake both Nier and Tifa off of it, whether it's the crumpling of the rocks as it starts to head inwards, or the quaking of the ground as it tries to force Nier off his feet and lose his hold.]