[This can't be happening. First, Rude walks into Heavenly Blanc—a piece of her bar that he had a hand in destroying—and now this!?
The flames that the winds bring about have never bothered Tifa. She knew that they couldn't burn her, but for some reason, she flinches when she feels it graze the skin on her arm. This is all too familiar to her: the flames, and Sephiroth standing in them.
Is he even real? Is this a consequence of their actions? Fighting destiny, or whatever they want to call it.
None of that matters.
The only thing she sees is rage. Red, fiery, uncontainable rage that balls up in her shaking fists as she stands across from the man who took her home and her family from her.]
You. [It's said quietly, though her voice is unsteady before it begins to rise.] You show up here after everything!? This has to be some kind of stupid trick.
[There's no other explanation for it besides what she initially thought the Void was: a game he's playing on them, to throw them off their path.]
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The flames that the winds bring about have never bothered Tifa. She knew that they couldn't burn her, but for some reason, she flinches when she feels it graze the skin on her arm. This is all too familiar to her: the flames, and Sephiroth standing in them.
Is he even real? Is this a consequence of their actions? Fighting destiny, or whatever they want to call it.
None of that matters.
The only thing she sees is rage. Red, fiery, uncontainable rage that balls up in her shaking fists as she stands across from the man who took her home and her family from her.]
You. [It's said quietly, though her voice is unsteady before it begins to rise.] You show up here after everything!? This has to be some kind of stupid trick.
[There's no other explanation for it besides what she initially thought the Void was: a game he's playing on them, to throw them off their path.]