[Her expression warms when she feels Ren's hand rest on her shoulder, and she shakes her head at Akechi, apologetic. It's silly to get sentimental about things she isn't even completely sure about, and things that have no relevance to the other two. It's just difficult to talk about without a lump forming in her throat, or her chest feeling tight at the memories she had of spending time in the hideout beneath the bar, with Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge...
She should be talking about them, anyway. About AVALANCHE. It's the only way to preserve those memories and honour them, after all.
Tifa continues on, her shoulders squaring.]
The attic has some parts of the hideout we kept under the bar. It was secret, and we had our meetings down there. The metal grate floor, the table, TV, that whiteboard on the wall? I know it sounds crazy, but I'm sure those are ours.
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[Her expression warms when she feels Ren's hand rest on her shoulder, and she shakes her head at Akechi, apologetic. It's silly to get sentimental about things she isn't even completely sure about, and things that have no relevance to the other two. It's just difficult to talk about without a lump forming in her throat, or her chest feeling tight at the memories she had of spending time in the hideout beneath the bar, with Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge...
She should be talking about them, anyway. About AVALANCHE. It's the only way to preserve those memories and honour them, after all.
Tifa continues on, her shoulders squaring.]
The attic has some parts of the hideout we kept under the bar. It was secret, and we had our meetings down there. The metal grate floor, the table, TV, that whiteboard on the wall? I know it sounds crazy, but I'm sure those are ours.