[She sees that guilt, recognizes it as mirroring her own, and she reaches out to press a warm hand to his face, hoping to silently remind him that she is there with him in this, and she uses that time, that tender moment to collect and sort through her own thoughts.
Tifa knows that they'll all come out of this—every single one of them, but it will take time. Just like the two of them. Though they may be lying here like this, seeking comfort and closeness in one another, there are many wounds that won't heal right away. They can patch them up, ignore them for now in favour of making room for better things, but that won't make them disappear.
They'll all have to face it eventually.
Including her...]
I can't help but feel... [She starts quietly, only half realizing that she does. But at least with him here wrapped around her, she feels that little bit of encouragement and support she needs to keep going.] ... I feel like calling for help put them all in danger.
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Tifa knows that they'll all come out of this—every single one of them, but it will take time. Just like the two of them. Though they may be lying here like this, seeking comfort and closeness in one another, there are many wounds that won't heal right away. They can patch them up, ignore them for now in favour of making room for better things, but that won't make them disappear.
They'll all have to face it eventually.
Including her...]
I can't help but feel... [She starts quietly, only half realizing that she does. But at least with him here wrapped around her, she feels that little bit of encouragement and support she needs to keep going.] ... I feel like calling for help put them all in danger.