[She falls back with a sob, spitting out the blood from her lip. The taste in her mouth is bitter—the potion, blood, tears, sweat, ash... but no matter how overbearing it gets, no matter how much it makes her want to fall to her knees and cry, she pushes forward. She falls against him, her arms wrapping around him in one last futile attempt to call Romeo back to her. To call Eustace back.
And everything goes still then. Although the flames still burn, and the thunder rolls through the clouds, it's as if the rest of the world has stopped. There are no soldiers, no dangers, just them as Tifa holds on to whatever last thread of him is left.]
Please work... Please work...
[It's murmured against the scales of his skin through her sobs as she starts to cry, her arms gripping him tighter.]
We were supposed to get out of this.
[They were going to be together... Just like their song had said...]
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And everything goes still then. Although the flames still burn, and the thunder rolls through the clouds, it's as if the rest of the world has stopped. There are no soldiers, no dangers, just them as Tifa holds on to whatever last thread of him is left.]
Please work... Please work...
[It's murmured against the scales of his skin through her sobs as she starts to cry, her arms gripping him tighter.]
We were supposed to get out of this.
[They were going to be together... Just like their song had said...]