[Susato's voice is like a loud bell in Tifa's head, ringing loud in the middle of the silence. It's almost eerie how still everything is now, with only the flames that continue to eat away at the remains of the city and the distant cries for help being the only thing around them that moves or makes any sound. She doesn't say anything at first, only looking over the girl to make sure that she's okay, before she tries to get to her feet and cough whatever air she can back into her lungs. She stumbles and leans against the wall that barely towers over them now and tries to get a good look around.
...
Before she's looking back at Susato.]
What are you talking about...?
[Her voice is low and hoarse, and she sounds like she's about to cry. And even still, she offers her a hand to help her up.]
no subject
...
Before she's looking back at Susato.]
What are you talking about...?
[Her voice is low and hoarse, and she sounds like she's about to cry. And even still, she offers her a hand to help her up.]
This isn't a dream...
[Although, she wishes that it was.]