[Tifa sits forward again, idly running her hands over her arms and her shoulders, bringing with them the soap and vanilla and lavender scented bubbles over her skin while she listens. So, more like military spies or something is the impression that she's getting from his explanation. Whatever they were, she understands. Sort of like SOLDIER, in some ways. Higher ranked individuals—first class—would deal with the more classified and dangerous missions that threatened Gaia...
And just like SOLDIER, who were supposed to be used to protect the people of the Planet, they weren't without ill intent or failure, either...
She tries to bite back the sharp sigh that escapes her, her brow furrowing uncomfortably at the similarities. Again, it strikes her how he and Cloud aren't so different after all, and it's an unsettling feeling that she wants to shake...
She peers behind her again, and that feeling is immediately eased away when she sees him, and how somber he looks as he finishes his explanation, and she looks forward again. A touchy subject?]
That organization... Foe? Were they the ones who attacked your home?
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And just like SOLDIER, who were supposed to be used to protect the people of the Planet, they weren't without ill intent or failure, either...
She tries to bite back the sharp sigh that escapes her, her brow furrowing uncomfortably at the similarities. Again, it strikes her how he and Cloud aren't so different after all, and it's an unsettling feeling that she wants to shake...
She peers behind her again, and that feeling is immediately eased away when she sees him, and how somber he looks as he finishes his explanation, and she looks forward again. A touchy subject?]
That organization... Foe? Were they the ones who attacked your home?