[They only stare at him for a few beats longer before they all start to whisper among themselves again, huddling closer together so that their murmurs can't be heard this time before one of the boys turns to him and points to the large house at the other end of the road—the one with flowerbeds along its windows, and gardens out in front, all of the plants wilted and withered and covered in cobwebs.
"He might be in there."
The house looks abandoned from the outside, as if no one's lived there in years. And in Nier's arms, he'll feel Tifa shift, her shaking gently and her face scrunching.
If he does go, he'll find the door unlocked—open a crack, even, as ash begins to drift from the inside.]
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"He might be in there."
The house looks abandoned from the outside, as if no one's lived there in years. And in Nier's arms, he'll feel Tifa shift, her shaking gently and her face scrunching.
If he does go, he'll find the door unlocked—open a crack, even, as ash begins to drift from the inside.]