[The words are out before Hilda even has a chance to think about them. This is a dream, and not even her own, but her self-preservation instinct is strong. Especially since she'd rather not die in two nightmares in fairly rapid succession.
But after a few moments... she realizes she's talking to Tifa and not a scared childhood version thereof. And it's not like they have any better options. The dream is correcting itself, even using Hilda's own contributions to the dreamscape in the form of the approaching demonic beast in order to make it happen . Tifa was always meant to fall, it seems. Hilda was only delaying the inevitable.
Well, it was a good effort.]
Okay. But I'm still going to hold onto you as we fall.
[At least her friend doesn't have to plummet to the cold, hard ground alone.
Fighting against every nerve in her body telling her not to, Hilda lets go of the rope and pulls Tifa in close. She squeezes her eyes shut as they fall, biting back the urge to scream.]
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[The words are out before Hilda even has a chance to think about them. This is a dream, and not even her own, but her self-preservation instinct is strong. Especially since she'd rather not die in two nightmares in fairly rapid succession.
But after a few moments... she realizes she's talking to Tifa and not a scared childhood version thereof. And it's not like they have any better options. The dream is correcting itself, even using Hilda's own contributions to the dreamscape in the form of the approaching demonic beast in order to make it happen . Tifa was always meant to fall, it seems. Hilda was only delaying the inevitable.
Well, it was a good effort.]
Okay. But I'm still going to hold onto you as we fall.
[At least her friend doesn't have to plummet to the cold, hard ground alone.
Fighting against every nerve in her body telling her not to, Hilda lets go of the rope and pulls Tifa in close. She squeezes her eyes shut as they fall, biting back the urge to scream.]