[The sound of the hooves and the crashing through the door startles Tifa, the intense silence shattering as Rose tries to pull on her, grunting and rearing her head in the direction of the door. She's about to ask, but Eustace interrupts the thought. He must be privy and more sensitive to what's going on outside, because the sound of shouts doesn't register for her right away, masked by the thunder that claps overhead.
The ice on the walls begins to crack as heat starts to roll in—it's hot and stifling, and embers begin to burn through the black ice that Eustace had left behind, slowly but surely melting it all away as they follow the horse outside the shelter. And on the way, she takes the potion from his hands to screw the lid back on and slide it into her pocket for safekeeping.
The sight that she sees is nothing short of terrifying. The town that stood behind them is lit up in flames, and soldiers and common folk alike rush at each other on horseback or foot, with their swords, shields, spears, and whatever weapons they could find to fight. One side bears the Capulet flag while the other the Montague, and she can hear their declarations being belted across the fields. "For Lady Juliet!"
Whatever they're doing, the Capulets had brought the battle here...
There are Capulet soldiers nearby who spot them.
"It's the Montague bastard!" "Do not let him escape!"
Tifa looks to Eustace first, then to the horse.]
We need to run.
[This is it. This is the ending, and although she had promised to see it through to its end for him so that they could go home, now that she's here and in the thick of the war, she doesn't want to fight. Nor does she care to stop it anymore, and it's not like she could. These people were scripted to fight and die in the name of the story, and nothing she says or does will stop it.
Tifa just wants to go, leave this place forever and find somewhere else far, far away where they can be together. Or rather, that's what Juliet wants, and a panic begins to set in.
She's the first to climb atop the horse, not needing his help now that she isn't adorned in a massive dress, but she does stretch a hand out to Eustace.]
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The ice on the walls begins to crack as heat starts to roll in—it's hot and stifling, and embers begin to burn through the black ice that Eustace had left behind, slowly but surely melting it all away as they follow the horse outside the shelter. And on the way, she takes the potion from his hands to screw the lid back on and slide it into her pocket for safekeeping.
The sight that she sees is nothing short of terrifying. The town that stood behind them is lit up in flames, and soldiers and common folk alike rush at each other on horseback or foot, with their swords, shields, spears, and whatever weapons they could find to fight. One side bears the Capulet flag while the other the Montague, and she can hear their declarations being belted across the fields. "For Lady Juliet!"
Whatever they're doing, the Capulets had brought the battle here...
There are Capulet soldiers nearby who spot them.
"It's the Montague bastard!"
"Do not let him escape!"
Tifa looks to Eustace first, then to the horse.]
We need to run.
[This is it. This is the ending, and although she had promised to see it through to its end for him so that they could go home, now that she's here and in the thick of the war, she doesn't want to fight. Nor does she care to stop it anymore, and it's not like she could. These people were scripted to fight and die in the name of the story, and nothing she says or does will stop it.
Tifa just wants to go, leave this place forever and find somewhere else far, far away where they can be together. Or rather, that's what Juliet wants, and a panic begins to set in.
She's the first to climb atop the horse, not needing his help now that she isn't adorned in a massive dress, but she does stretch a hand out to Eustace.]