[Tifa's movements, difficult as they are through the sea of uncooperative balls, are not in the least bit hesitant, so when she feels that tug on her hand, she propels herself forward the best that she can in that direction, swatting away a few balls that roll around in front of her face and obstruct her vision.
But she sees it well enough—a light at the end of the tunnel, or rather... a latch embedded in the floor, to what she assumes is a door. One that they can't see, but what's the harm in checking? They've come this far.
Her feet find the floor of the pit, and for a moment, she has to wonder just how far down they've gone, and if they were to try swimming back up, how long would it take? Not that it matters anymore, but it's something to think about as she breathes a quick sigh of relief before pressing her hand to the ground.]
We have no idea what's on the other side, but... might as well, right?
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But she sees it well enough—a light at the end of the tunnel, or rather... a latch embedded in the floor, to what she assumes is a door. One that they can't see, but what's the harm in checking? They've come this far.
Her feet find the floor of the pit, and for a moment, she has to wonder just how far down they've gone, and if they were to try swimming back up, how long would it take? Not that it matters anymore, but it's something to think about as she breathes a quick sigh of relief before pressing her hand to the ground.]
We have no idea what's on the other side, but... might as well, right?
[What's the worst that could happen!?]