There's a coldness in that voice, one that Nier wonders is only something imagined by him. His gaze settles on Thea for several long moments. No, it's probably not her mother at all. What is it, instead? The creatures that exist in these little dream worlds, he supposes. He exchanges his gaze between the two and begins to set his weight upon his back foot. Just to centre himself.]
Tifa, whatever you think this woman is. She isn't.
[He eyes Thea closely. Sharply. For Tifa's safety, he doesn't reach out to her again. The last thing she needs is to get caught up in something that she could get hurt in.]
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There's a coldness in that voice, one that Nier wonders is only something imagined by him. His gaze settles on Thea for several long moments. No, it's probably not her mother at all. What is it, instead? The creatures that exist in these little dream worlds, he supposes. He exchanges his gaze between the two and begins to set his weight upon his back foot. Just to centre himself.]
Tifa, whatever you think this woman is. She isn't.
[He eyes Thea closely. Sharply. For Tifa's safety, he doesn't reach out to her again. The last thing she needs is to get caught up in something that she could get hurt in.]