[It all happens so fast, and yet... not fast enough. Tifa's eyes are closed through the whole thing as she hopes with every fiber of her being that this will work, but they snap open when she's startled by the crackle and crash of lightning and the booming of the thunder rolling over their heads. She doesn't fall back, however, no matter how hot it starts to burn around them, and no matter how warm the fire starts to get, her own emotions getting the better of her when she starts to wonder if this is even working—
She isn't sure if she's hallucinating, but the white, magnificent beast before her melts away, dissolving in the wind and the flames before she can truly take it in or understand what's happening, and it's all gone before it's replaced with a horrific sight.
Tifa sees him—Eustace—in front of her in the flesh, his white hair draping over his face as he struggles for air, and she rushes to him only to be thrown back by the skeleton that clings to his body and sinks itself into his skin.]
What—!?
[She knows better than to panic, and that it's the last thing that Eustace needs right now, but what else is she supposed to do when she sees it? She recognizes the black hair, the red eyes, the way it draws blood from his throat the same way he had done...
But it doesn't stop her from going to him and breaking the bones apart—or trying to snap them away, using the heat of the fire to help her in any way that she can to free him from this cage.]
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She isn't sure if she's hallucinating, but the white, magnificent beast before her melts away, dissolving in the wind and the flames before she can truly take it in or understand what's happening, and it's all gone before it's replaced with a horrific sight.
Tifa sees him—Eustace—in front of her in the flesh, his white hair draping over his face as he struggles for air, and she rushes to him only to be thrown back by the skeleton that clings to his body and sinks itself into his skin.]
What—!?
[She knows better than to panic, and that it's the last thing that Eustace needs right now, but what else is she supposed to do when she sees it? She recognizes the black hair, the red eyes, the way it draws blood from his throat the same way he had done...
But it doesn't stop her from going to him and breaking the bones apart—or trying to snap them away, using the heat of the fire to help her in any way that she can to free him from this cage.]