[She gasps quietly when she's pulled into the hug, and she can feel the tears burning her eyes that she has no choice but to screw them shut in fear, and she begins to sob against him. All of that only makes the tremors worse, fire and lava spewing up from the cracks that form around them until all they're left with is the smallest platform, only enough ground for both their feet to remain on solid ground.
Tifa can barely hear his words over the sound of the cracks and crumbles, but they still resonate with her all the same, because as soon as she hears them, everything starts to slow and steady, the quakes only a small rock under their feet.]
What would I say?
[She tries to imagine what her mom looks like, what her voice sounds like, but even that feels like a distant memory. And when Tifa next speaks, Sora will hear the voice that he's familiar with—that of a grown woman.]
I'd tell her how much I miss her. All the things that happened after she left.
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Tifa can barely hear his words over the sound of the cracks and crumbles, but they still resonate with her all the same, because as soon as she hears them, everything starts to slow and steady, the quakes only a small rock under their feet.]
What would I say?
[She tries to imagine what her mom looks like, what her voice sounds like, but even that feels like a distant memory. And when Tifa next speaks, Sora will hear the voice that he's familiar with—that of a grown woman.]
I'd tell her how much I miss her. All the things that happened after she left.