[He can understand her expression, but as he's about to explain he feels that surge of pain through his arm again, that pain reflected in his expression as he groans and turns his head away, claws digging into earth. It had been quiet, to the point he almost forgot, but it's still there, digging into his back and neck. What the hell is it?? For Tifa, she'll be able to see how the black mist is starting to gather above his back.]
There's...something else here...a manifestation of nightmare energy or what, I don't know...
I can only do so much from in here... But your fire... If we treat this like a curse, you might be able to use it to help purify and burn some of it off. Like you did here.
[His eyes glance over to the field.
Her fire.
The representation of her strength, her will, her resolve—her passion and her love. Perhaps if he had that along with his own dreamotion, he can finally shed himself of this rot that's plaguing him, gain the strength he needs for that change. That acceptance..]
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There's...something else here...a manifestation of nightmare energy or what, I don't know...
I can only do so much from in here... But your fire... If we treat this like a curse, you might be able to use it to help purify and burn some of it off. Like you did here.
[His eyes glance over to the field.
Her fire.
The representation of her strength, her will, her resolve—her passion and her love. Perhaps if he had that along with his own dreamotion, he can finally shed himself of this rot that's plaguing him, gain the strength he needs for that change. That acceptance..]