[She knows. He doesn't need to tell Tifa for her to know that all of this wouldn't have happened without him getting blood on his hands. War is never won without loss on either side, and change can't happen without it. After spending so long fighting against it, she had the ways of war the hard way. No matter what you do to prevent it, there will always be those that lose their lives, regardless of if they had any part in the war or not.
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Tifa lets out another sigh, pushing those thoughts back down into the deepest depths of her mind where they belong. She's not ready for Eustace to know the things she's done. Not yet. Although hearing all of this, she's starting to think he might... understand.
Her smile has a small crook to it, one side pulling up.]
Even if they are, I know you'll be able to do something about it. ... At least you don't have to worry much here.
[None of it matters here, it's true, if that can bring either of them any peace of mind. If what she's heard is real about the state of their worlds back home, then things will return right back to the way they were when they left... So at least the Moon really won't be a threat while he's gone.
There's a beat of silence while she looks at him, her eyes roaming over his face, her hands pushing those stubborn hairs back from it when they fall forward again, and Tifa's head droops forward, her forehead bumping against his.]
I'm sorry for asking so many questions. I know this is a touchy subject, but... thank you... for sharing that with me.
[She can at least say that she knows a little more about him now. They may not be happy memories, but they're memories nonetheless. Little pieces of his past that she tucks away with the rest for safekeeping.]
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Tifa lets out another sigh, pushing those thoughts back down into the deepest depths of her mind where they belong. She's not ready for Eustace to know the things she's done. Not yet. Although hearing all of this, she's starting to think he might... understand.
Her smile has a small crook to it, one side pulling up.]
Even if they are, I know you'll be able to do something about it. ... At least you don't have to worry much here.
[None of it matters here, it's true, if that can bring either of them any peace of mind. If what she's heard is real about the state of their worlds back home, then things will return right back to the way they were when they left... So at least the Moon really won't be a threat while he's gone.
There's a beat of silence while she looks at him, her eyes roaming over his face, her hands pushing those stubborn hairs back from it when they fall forward again, and Tifa's head droops forward, her forehead bumping against his.]
I'm sorry for asking so many questions. I know this is a touchy subject, but... thank you... for sharing that with me.
[She can at least say that she knows a little more about him now. They may not be happy memories, but they're memories nonetheless. Little pieces of his past that she tucks away with the rest for safekeeping.]