[There's a tiny breath that escapes her, a cross between a sigh and a laugh, although she didn't mean for it to be. There's nothing funny about this, but it is remarkable how similar they all are. How Clover, so small and young, had lost everything in a flash, and had been found and taken in by a new guardian. How Tifa had watched her home burn and was taken away by hers to where she would have to build a new life. Her and Eustace both having gone through those struggles, now being the ones to help Clover...
It's almost like it was written in the stars, somehow.
She should be happy that Clover was able to find a safe home, unlike this organization or Midgar, and she is... but it only makes her feel heavier with heartache, and she clings onto Clover a little tighter. She's listening to them, Tifa can tell, by the way her ears turn in Eustace's direction.]
I'm sorry.
[It's all Tifa can say to that, because what else is there to say? Nothing anyone says will reverse what happened to any of them, and so all she can do is be there to help him shoulder some of that grief.
But things are starting to make sense now. His eye. Why he is the way that he is. The hardened soldier who had to grow up so much faster than he should have...]
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It's almost like it was written in the stars, somehow.
She should be happy that Clover was able to find a safe home, unlike this organization or Midgar, and she is... but it only makes her feel heavier with heartache, and she clings onto Clover a little tighter. She's listening to them, Tifa can tell, by the way her ears turn in Eustace's direction.]
I'm sorry.
[It's all Tifa can say to that, because what else is there to say? Nothing anyone says will reverse what happened to any of them, and so all she can do is be there to help him shoulder some of that grief.
But things are starting to make sense now. His eye. Why he is the way that he is. The hardened soldier who had to grow up so much faster than he should have...]
They didn't treat you bad, did they...?