[He doesn't need to say it for her to know how painful this memory is—how heavy it still weighs on him, even now. With the way his muscles tense, and his arms tighten, how his forehead digs into her shoulder, she can feel it bearing down on her, too, as she tries to take some of that from him and share the pain. She wishes she could do more than just sit there and bend an ear—she wishes she could take every ounce of his pain and wash it away.
She can understand that feeling. The fire of vengeance is a tempting one, so she can't exactly blame him... If she were in his position, what would she have done if she had the chance? The first time she tried, Sephiroth cut her down, but the second... She had come so close that she could taste it...
Tifa's fingers run over her scar, feeling a reminiscent burn through it, before they reach back to comb through his hair. It's as much comfort as she can offer in this position, but it doesn't feel like enough. She wants to hold him, properly in her arms, but she doesn't want to move and shake whatever he's seeking from her.
Her own voice has taken a darker, cooler edge to it to match his.]
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She can understand that feeling. The fire of vengeance is a tempting one, so she can't exactly blame him... If she were in his position, what would she have done if she had the chance? The first time she tried, Sephiroth cut her down, but the second... She had come so close that she could taste it...
Tifa's fingers run over her scar, feeling a reminiscent burn through it, before they reach back to comb through his hair. It's as much comfort as she can offer in this position, but it doesn't feel like enough. She wants to hold him, properly in her arms, but she doesn't want to move and shake whatever he's seeking from her.
Her own voice has taken a darker, cooler edge to it to match his.]
... Did you do it?