It doesn't matter that the others protested, and it wouldn't have mattered if they agreed either, but shouldn't her own feelings on the matter have some weight? It hurt her then, and it hurts to be reminded of that moment again, and there's a very sudden but very obvious surge of heat that pulses through the room—one that has Clover lifting her head again and sniffing at the hot air.
Yet, even though it hurts her, hasn't she thought the same things before? That maybe he would be better off finding someone better for him? That she didn't deserve him...?
Even now, she still can't quite shake the feeling. Even as he says these things, Tifa still looks across at him, sees how tired and broken he is, and still loves him more than she did a day ago. So... can she blame him?]
... What will it take for you to stop thinking that?
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[Including Tifa.
It doesn't matter that the others protested, and it wouldn't have mattered if they agreed either, but shouldn't her own feelings on the matter have some weight? It hurt her then, and it hurts to be reminded of that moment again, and there's a very sudden but very obvious surge of heat that pulses through the room—one that has Clover lifting her head again and sniffing at the hot air.
Yet, even though it hurts her, hasn't she thought the same things before? That maybe he would be better off finding someone better for him? That she didn't deserve him...?
Even now, she still can't quite shake the feeling. Even as he says these things, Tifa still looks across at him, sees how tired and broken he is, and still loves him more than she did a day ago. So... can she blame him?]
... What will it take for you to stop thinking that?