[She folds her arms and approaches slowly but firmly. She isn't about to jump at a man armed with poison-tipped arrows, but Tifa's eyes do narrow with suspicion.]
I don't think anyone asked to be shot in the name of true love.
[And after the experience she had with not the arrows, but those bleeding hearts or whatever people called them, the idea of forced emotions makes her stomach turn. Granted, she isn't after Hans (at the moment) but rather—]
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I don't think anyone asked to be shot in the name of true love.
[And after the experience she had with not the arrows, but those bleeding hearts or whatever people called them, the idea of forced emotions makes her stomach turn. Granted, she isn't after Hans (at the moment) but rather—]
Do you remember who gave you those arrows?