[There it is again. The weird shift of the world. Dream. Dream world? He isn't even sure how to call it. All he knows is that the air is changing. Nothing can ever stay constant, it seems. But these doesn't seem to be coloured by his feelings. They must be Tifa's.
At her answer, his gaze exchanges between between daughter and a woman she calls her mother. He doesn't say it just yet, but as he's looking, they can physically look alike all they want, there's something off. He's willing to bet that whatever this woman actually is, isn't her mother. She only looks like her.]
You're not gonna like that I say this, but I think you need to be careful.
[She wants so desperately to see her mother. He can practically feel the weight of such want atop his heart. But he can't push her. If he pushes her too hard, too forcefully, he will only endanger her more than she already is.
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At her answer, his gaze exchanges between between daughter and a woman she calls her mother. He doesn't say it just yet, but as he's looking, they can physically look alike all they want, there's something off. He's willing to bet that whatever this woman actually is, isn't her mother. She only looks like her.]
You're not gonna like that I say this, but I think you need to be careful.
[She wants so desperately to see her mother. He can practically feel the weight of such want atop his heart. But he can't push her. If he pushes her too hard, too forcefully, he will only endanger her more than she already is.
Patiently, Nier offers his hand out to her.]
I don't think this is what it seems.