[Whether it's Tifa's doing—a powerful enough wish to return "home"—or if it's Sora's, or the dreams, it doesn't matter. As the world around them starts to fade, her hand grows tighter around his, almost as if she's afraid to let go. She knows that they're going somewhere safe after this, and that she has nothing to worry about or be scared of for either of them, but walking through it all still feels like they're wandering into unknown territory.
And as the world begins to blur further, it envelops Sora's world, replacing it all with Tifa's memories. Memories of her home, of Nibelheim, and of Midgar all rolled into one, as if the two places have melded together to form a strange blend that doesn't quite fit together.
Just as she opens her mouth to say something, Tifa feels a tug that pulls right down to her very soul, and with one last squeeze, she turns to Sora.]
Guess this is it.
[Her smile is crooked, and she's unsure of what else to say before she disappears, so all she can do is nod and give him a quick—]
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And as the world begins to blur further, it envelops Sora's world, replacing it all with Tifa's memories. Memories of her home, of Nibelheim, and of Midgar all rolled into one, as if the two places have melded together to form a strange blend that doesn't quite fit together.
Just as she opens her mouth to say something, Tifa feels a tug that pulls right down to her very soul, and with one last squeeze, she turns to Sora.]
Guess this is it.
[Her smile is crooked, and she's unsure of what else to say before she disappears, so all she can do is nod and give him a quick—]
Thank you...
[—before they both fade from the dream.]