[A sob bubbles up in her chest when he asks—when she's forced to think back about her mother, and when she realizes that she hardly remembers what her face looks like, or what her voice sounds like anymore. But it had only just been yesterday that she had seen her... So why is it becoming so difficult for Tifa to remember even the most obvious details? The feel of her hair, or the goodnight kiss when she tucked her into bed at night...]
She... liked...
[Tifa fumbles with the words that are on the tip of her tongue, but they can't find a way out.]
She liked cooking, and... she liked...
[There's a pause, and Tifa makes a strained noise.]
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She... liked...
[Tifa fumbles with the words that are on the tip of her tongue, but they can't find a way out.]
She liked cooking, and... she liked...
[There's a pause, and Tifa makes a strained noise.]
Why can't I remember...