[As unsettling a sight as this is, Tifa stands her ground against it, her own teeth grinding together, jaw clenching as she stares it down, as if it had eyes to bear over with her own. This seems to be a constant thing in these dreams—beings or voices that question her presence, even when this isn't her own nightmare, and if there's anything she's growing tired of, it's that.
If she didn't want to be here, then she wouldn't have come in the first place.]
Yeah?
[She finally shouts back, her voice as sharp as her gaze.]
Not everything, if that's your first impression of me.
[If it truly did see and hear everything, then it would know that she isn't going to leave Kaine's side, and she tells the other woman as much with yet another squeeze of their hands.]
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If she didn't want to be here, then she wouldn't have come in the first place.]
Yeah?
[She finally shouts back, her voice as sharp as her gaze.]
Not everything, if that's your first impression of me.
[If it truly did see and hear everything, then it would know that she isn't going to leave Kaine's side, and she tells the other woman as much with yet another squeeze of their hands.]