[He can yell at her all he likes. He can scare her as much as he thinks he should... but she doesn't budge. Not until she sees movement in the corner of her eye—the glint of a sword coming up over a soldier's head as he tries to rush at Eustace, but Tifa strikes him first with a kick behind his knee and a punch to the back of the head to knock him out cold before she's turning back to Eustace, the distance between them much shorter now.

Her hands begin to shake uncontrollably as she lifts the vial again, and she pulls the lid from it, taking a careful step closer, but she's on her guard.

Her gaze roves over him, examining every scale and every claw, every injury he's sustained in his merciless fight against the soldiers and she wonders... what is he thinking right now, looking at her? Is she just another Capulet now? Does he even remember the things they said to each other? The things that they had proven and promised each other before he had started to turn?]

Do you remember...? What I said to you... [She tries to steady the tremors in her voice, and the flames around her start to diminish by her own will.] I said I wouldn't be afraid. Screw the script, we said we'd get through this together.

[She lifts the vial close now, the stench of it mixing with the smell of ash.]

I'm not asking, so please don't make me make you.