[When she turns around, the woman is noticeably older than Tifa. Years have tired out her eyes, but they're gentle, glistening red the same shade as her daughter's when she looks right at Ventus and shakes her head, and Tifa stiffens in his arms.]
You should not be here.
[Except when she speaks, it's with Tifa's voice—the one from outside the dreamscape.]
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You should not be here.
[Except when she speaks, it's with Tifa's voice—the one from outside the dreamscape.]
This is all wrong.