[The Friar pauses when he's interrupted, and cocks a brow so high up his forehead that it might disappear into his hairline, that speech about "moderation" clearly forming in his head again before he sighs and looks at Tifa instead, but she's staring down at their joined hands instead.
Even if this is just an act, she can't help but feel that weight of the promise behind the words she knows she's about to say whether she wants to or not, and the funny thing is... and maybe she has Juliet to blame for this too, but the moment the Friar begins to speak again, she feels so sure of herself. And she feels even more sure that she wants this to end—the quicker that it does, the sooner they'll be able to return to their normal selves. Or whatever is still left of them...
"And do you, Juliet Capulet, take Romeo—"]
Yeah. I do.
["Very well. Before I make this official, have either of you prepared your own vows?"]
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Even if this is just an act, she can't help but feel that weight of the promise behind the words she knows she's about to say whether she wants to or not, and the funny thing is... and maybe she has Juliet to blame for this too, but the moment the Friar begins to speak again, she feels so sure of herself. And she feels even more sure that she wants this to end—the quicker that it does, the sooner they'll be able to return to their normal selves. Or whatever is still left of them...
"And do you, Juliet Capulet, take Romeo—"]
Yeah. I do.
["Very well. Before I make this official, have either of you prepared your own vows?"]