[He leaves her kneeling on the ground when he wrenches back, and she wants to go to him—she's pushing herself up to follow after him, but the lightning that strikes only inches from her feet sends her falling back again, putting a distance between them that feels wider than it actually is with the barrier that it creates, but she's learned not to fear it. It's a part of him, and she's accepted it all, but when Tifa reaches out, her fingers graze the static wall and she jerks back, a pain tingling from her fingertips all the way up to her chest where it leaves a white-hot ache that spreads.
One foot comes forward, planting firmly on the ground.]
Eustace, what is it?
[She takes a step towards him, biting down on the inside of her lip, jaw tightening, as she forces herself through the current and extends her hand out to him again in an offering, even if she doubts he'll take it.]
What is it you're seeing?
[It isn't just the clawed hand, is it? There was more, and she dreads hearing the answer... but if she can get him to tell her, or even acknowledge that she's there, then it will be a step in the right direction. A step towards pulling him out of whatever this place is forcing him to suffer through.]
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One foot comes forward, planting firmly on the ground.]
Eustace, what is it?
[She takes a step towards him, biting down on the inside of her lip, jaw tightening, as she forces herself through the current and extends her hand out to him again in an offering, even if she doubts he'll take it.]
What is it you're seeing?
[It isn't just the clawed hand, is it? There was more, and she dreads hearing the answer... but if she can get him to tell her, or even acknowledge that she's there, then it will be a step in the right direction. A step towards pulling him out of whatever this place is forcing him to suffer through.]
You can tell me.