http://glovescomeoff.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] glovescomeoff.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2009-12-29 05:50 pm (UTC)

... that was a good question.

"I... I'm not sure. Not right now, anyway." Tifa's raven tresses, from the angle she was looking, blocked Meg's view of her eyes, her lips were clearly visible as she stated so, however. "I've discovered that my friends are here. Some of them, anyway... but I can't find them. I don't know if we even come from the same time, but... why are they avoiding me? That worries me. Is he in pain, again? Does he not remember the times we spent together, or the promise we made under that star-filled sky on the water well?" Tifa's gaze lowered. "Or... the sacrifice our friend made on behalf of all of us?"

"Just as I thought he finally got over his guilt..." Tifa slowly turned back to Megara. "If he's trapped again, I want to be able to find him and help him, once more." A slight smile formed on her lips, though hesitantly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to ramble on."

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