He expected to wake up in a flower field after losing his fight for the kids.
What he didn't expect was -
it's the wrong flower field.
He sits up too suddenly and it makes his head spin, sends the blood rushing to his head and blacks out his eyesight for a second. He knows he should be on his feet, sword ready for whatever came next but his arms and legs feel like lead and there's a part of him that says 'why bother?'.
Grass and flower petals fall from his hair as he shakes his head, eyesight clearing.
It's still the wrong field of flowers...
And what's Tifa doing - no. That's... not Tifa.
His voice comes out raw, rough at it's edges, as he asks:
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He expected to wake up in a flower field after losing his fight for the kids.
What he didn't expect was -
it's the wrong flower field.
He sits up too suddenly and it makes his head spin, sends the blood rushing to his head and blacks out his eyesight for a second. He knows he should be on his feet, sword ready for whatever came next but his arms and legs feel like lead and there's a part of him that says 'why bother?'.
Grass and flower petals fall from his hair as he shakes his head, eyesight clearing.
It's still the wrong field of flowers...
And what's Tifa doing - no. That's... not Tifa.
His voice comes out raw, rough at it's edges, as he asks:
"Aerith?"