[In the moments where she's still against him, he keeps having this sense of deja vu, so surely it must be a memory? It puzzles him as he tries to think and as he looks down in contemplation, he inadvertently looks down and sees her neck.
Now. That's not unusual—or it shouldn't be. But he ends up fixated on it, brows furrowing as he continues to feel something that he should be remembering. Like there's something missing or...
The moment she moves away, his arms jerk back as if burned, though the timing is enough that she might not notice the haste in his movements to release her. Immediately after he staggers a few steps back, his hand clasped over his mouth as he stares at her wide-eyed in horror.
That's right. During that dreamscape in Halloween. How could he have forgotten something so... ...In some respects maybe it was better if he forgot that, but now that he has recalled it, there's no going back. And did he ever apologize? Did he ever get the chance?
No, all the memories of Tifa he has from Songerein have filled into place, other memories tangentially related starting to flow out as if like a chain reaction. And instead of reaching out they had kept their understandable distance because you know, sometimes it's better to just let things be and that was such a weird circumstance that he's not sure if it was worse or not than how he behaved on their first meeting.
His head is now spinning for a different reason, wondering if she realized he's finally remembered and what he should do about it.]
Tifa—
[His voice is oddly strained because if this had been done properly it wouldn't have been as awkward. But since he's recalling the memory right in this moment, it's as if what occurred happened just yesterday or even a few moments ago.]
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Now. That's not unusual—or it shouldn't be. But he ends up fixated on it, brows furrowing as he continues to feel something that he should be remembering. Like there's something missing or...
The moment she moves away, his arms jerk back as if burned, though the timing is enough that she might not notice the haste in his movements to release her. Immediately after he staggers a few steps back, his hand clasped over his mouth as he stares at her wide-eyed in horror.
That's right. During that dreamscape in Halloween. How could he have forgotten something so... ...In some respects maybe it was better if he forgot that, but now that he has recalled it, there's no going back. And did he ever apologize? Did he ever get the chance?
No, all the memories of Tifa he has from Songerein have filled into place, other memories tangentially related starting to flow out as if like a chain reaction. And instead of reaching out they had kept their understandable distance because you know, sometimes it's better to just let things be and that was such a weird circumstance that he's not sure if it was worse or not than how he behaved on their first meeting.
His head is now spinning for a different reason, wondering if she realized he's finally remembered and what he should do about it.]
Tifa—
[His voice is oddly strained because if this had been done properly it wouldn't have been as awkward. But since he's recalling the memory right in this moment, it's as if what occurred happened just yesterday or even a few moments ago.]