[Despite Hilda's fading hold on the dream, the monster still remains, standing at the end of the of the bridge that they stand on, and it sways violently in the gales of wind that blast through the valley. One by one, each wooden plank snaps, and yet somehow, the beast can still crawl towards them, holding onto the ropes as if it was built sturdy enough just to carry it across.
And then—CRACK!
The plank underneath Hilda's feet gives way and Tifa's shriek echoes through the air, so loud that it shakes the very dream itself, the images around them flickering with black. The rope should be enough to hold them both, but there's something gaining on them quickly, and Tifa is clinging to Hilda for dear life. And that's when she realizes...
They have no choice...]
We need to let go...
[Her voice shifts, and there's an echo of her older self in there beneath the scared nine-year-old, this one calmer and more reassuring underneath the fear that laces her physical form.]
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And then—CRACK!
The plank underneath Hilda's feet gives way and Tifa's shriek echoes through the air, so loud that it shakes the very dream itself, the images around them flickering with black. The rope should be enough to hold them both, but there's something gaining on them quickly, and Tifa is clinging to Hilda for dear life. And that's when she realizes...
They have no choice...]
We need to let go...
[Her voice shifts, and there's an echo of her older self in there beneath the scared nine-year-old, this one calmer and more reassuring underneath the fear that laces her physical form.]