[She spots it up ahead—the strange shimmering that she isn't sure she should trust or be wary of... not to mention the owl being there, which doesn't help her nerves much. Still, they've come this far, and she isn't going to let him turn back, no matter how desperate and unlike him he sounds. It puts her on edge, just how much fear is in his voice, and he says one thing and then something completely different from that that she no longer knows what part of him to believe...
But Tifa's going to trust in her own instincts instead, and hers tell her to press on to the light in the trees, in spite of what the ground is doing, and she can't tell whether it's him, or her, or something else that's causing it. No, keep going—her shoes thunder against the earth, snapping and kicking up twigs as she goes, until she has the momentum to do what she should have done earlier.]
I'm sorry...!
[With Eustace's hand in hers, she reels around in a swift motion and takes his wrist in both of her hands. And with the speed that she has now, she uses it to send him flying forward, in the direction of where she'd spotted the image of an owl, brief as it was. She might as well have thrown him with the amount of strength she puts behind it, but they won't be separated for long.
Tifa herself leaps after him, managing to catch up just in time to help break his fall when her arms wrap around him and they tumble to the ground, rolling and skidding along the dirt until they come to a stop with her beneath him.]
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But Tifa's going to trust in her own instincts instead, and hers tell her to press on to the light in the trees, in spite of what the ground is doing, and she can't tell whether it's him, or her, or something else that's causing it. No, keep going—her shoes thunder against the earth, snapping and kicking up twigs as she goes, until she has the momentum to do what she should have done earlier.]
I'm sorry...!
[With Eustace's hand in hers, she reels around in a swift motion and takes his wrist in both of her hands. And with the speed that she has now, she uses it to send him flying forward, in the direction of where she'd spotted the image of an owl, brief as it was. She might as well have thrown him with the amount of strength she puts behind it, but they won't be separated for long.
Tifa herself leaps after him, managing to catch up just in time to help break his fall when her arms wrap around him and they tumble to the ground, rolling and skidding along the dirt until they come to a stop with her beneath him.]