[When his claws dig into her arms, she cries out with a strangled sob as they pierce through her skin, but she doesn't let go. She won't. She refuses. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much he makes her bleed, she knows that this isn't his fault. It never was. This world is too cruel to him, and she isn't going to leave him behind to fight it all alone.
And when Tifa feels him buckle, she catches him with her arms tightening and buries her face in his chest. Her own tears streak hot from her eyes when she screws them shut.]
No.
[They promised each other that they would never. Through thick and thin... sickness and in health... They promised. He's told her that there are times when she would need to leave him, to get to safety, but she also reminded him that there would be times she wouldn't listen.
She readjusts, pulling him closer to her, and with a small, trembling voice, she begins to sing.]
How do we rewrite the stars...? Say you were made to be mine...
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And when Tifa feels him buckle, she catches him with her arms tightening and buries her face in his chest. Her own tears streak hot from her eyes when she screws them shut.]
No.
[They promised each other that they would never. Through thick and thin... sickness and in health... They promised. He's told her that there are times when she would need to leave him, to get to safety, but she also reminded him that there would be times she wouldn't listen.
She readjusts, pulling him closer to her, and with a small, trembling voice, she begins to sing.]
How do we rewrite the stars...? Say you were made to be mine...