[Why were they trying to drive him away? Why does he feel such an intense wave of sadness along with an urgency to run away? It's only thanks to Tifa's strong grip and his hesitation that he stumbles and ends up being pulled back into the trees, the cleared grass changing to thicker brush as the tree and the dogs become more distant.]
No, I'm not supposed to leave them!
[—Is that his voice filled with panic desperation? Are those really his thoughts, filled with grief and regret? Or it someone else's? It's all a painful mess as he suddenly tries to fight it back, digging in his heels to try and feel himself. Yet at the same time another part of him is fighting to continue moving forward, to get out of this trap that keeps trying to suck him back in.
And to make matters worse, the environment around them begins to react to his tumultuous emotions, dark clouds rolling in with thunder as cold wind kicks up around them. Even the ground seems to tremble, small, thin branches snapping and falling to the ground.
Yet they're close. So close. Ahead Tifa might see the vision of an owl flying past, a shimmer of light as if to illuminate the boundary they need to cross before it disappears.]
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[Why were they trying to drive him away? Why does he feel such an intense wave of sadness along with an urgency to run away? It's only thanks to Tifa's strong grip and his hesitation that he stumbles and ends up being pulled back into the trees, the cleared grass changing to thicker brush as the tree and the dogs become more distant.]
No, I'm not supposed to leave them!
[—Is that his voice filled with panic desperation? Are those really his thoughts, filled with grief and regret? Or it someone else's? It's all a painful mess as he suddenly tries to fight it back, digging in his heels to try and feel himself. Yet at the same time another part of him is fighting to continue moving forward, to get out of this trap that keeps trying to suck him back in.
And to make matters worse, the environment around them begins to react to his tumultuous emotions, dark clouds rolling in with thunder as cold wind kicks up around them. Even the ground seems to tremble, small, thin branches snapping and falling to the ground.
Yet they're close. So close. Ahead Tifa might see the vision of an owl flying past, a shimmer of light as if to illuminate the boundary they need to cross before it disappears.]