[Tifa can hardly find a string of words anymore, let alone Cloud... Could she really do this? She has the help of everyone else, but they all seem to be looking to her to know what to do, where to go, where to look... Even this woman who has somehow been roped into it... Not that she can fault any of them, of course, but she can feel her confidence already starting to dwindle, falling through her fingers like sand.
It's the question, however, that snaps Tifa's focus back into the present—back to Lightning with a trace of alarm.]
Silver hair...? You mean Sephiroth?
[She has no reason to be wary of her now, but her heart is suddenly racing again.]
No... He was the one who... [Why is this so difficult for her? Hands balling into fists at her side, Tifa's voice lowers into something like a growl.] Who took him...
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It's the question, however, that snaps Tifa's focus back into the present—back to Lightning with a trace of alarm.]
Silver hair...? You mean Sephiroth?
[She has no reason to be wary of her now, but her heart is suddenly racing again.]
No... He was the one who... [Why is this so difficult for her? Hands balling into fists at her side, Tifa's voice lowers into something like a growl.] Who took him...