["So long as you exist, I'll be here for a while..."
Those words sink deep, digging their claws into her heart and burning themselves into her mind. She tries to remind herself that isn't true... That this is all just a figment of their imaginations. Visions created and manifested from their greatest fears. That Eustace won't have to suffer for long... things will go back to normal. They will...
... Won't they?
Tifa isn't given much time to think it through or shake it off, because the ground breaks beneath her again and she's falling... tumbling through darkness again. She lets herself fall, closing her eyes as she feels the air grow colder and colder, and as she listens to the voices.
His voice.
A young boy... a hardened soldier... a protector...
...A man shackled by a curse...
Her eyes snap open when she feels the trickling of something warm on her skin, and when she wipes it away, she sees the deep red colour as it drips from the walls and the ceiling of this endless rift. Blood? Tifa gasps, but it's all she can do before her body crashes into a pool. She has no chance to brace herself, and she resurfaces quickly, gasping and coughing to breathe the air back into her lungs as she wades, searching around her for him. What little light there is, she can see that the water is red... or, is this even water!? She swims one way and then the other, looking for a surface to climb to. The smell of iron is so thick that she feels herself gag in the back of her throat, but she coughs it off.
She isn't going to break. She isn't going to break...]
Eustace!
[She cries out, her voice edged with desperation now, and it echoes off the pool and the icy walls, hoping... praying that he'll hear her.]
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Those words sink deep, digging their claws into her heart and burning themselves into her mind. She tries to remind herself that isn't true... That this is all just a figment of their imaginations. Visions created and manifested from their greatest fears. That Eustace won't have to suffer for long... things will go back to normal. They will...
... Won't they?
Tifa isn't given much time to think it through or shake it off, because the ground breaks beneath her again and she's falling... tumbling through darkness again. She lets herself fall, closing her eyes as she feels the air grow colder and colder, and as she listens to the voices.
His voice.
A young boy... a hardened soldier... a protector...
...A man shackled by a curse...
Her eyes snap open when she feels the trickling of something warm on her skin, and when she wipes it away, she sees the deep red colour as it drips from the walls and the ceiling of this endless rift. Blood? Tifa gasps, but it's all she can do before her body crashes into a pool. She has no chance to brace herself, and she resurfaces quickly, gasping and coughing to breathe the air back into her lungs as she wades, searching around her for him. What little light there is, she can see that the water is red... or, is this even water!? She swims one way and then the other, looking for a surface to climb to. The smell of iron is so thick that she feels herself gag in the back of her throat, but she coughs it off.
She isn't going to break. She isn't going to break...]
Eustace!
[She cries out, her voice edged with desperation now, and it echoes off the pool and the icy walls, hoping... praying that he'll hear her.]