[Tifa tries to stifle the little noise when he pulls back away from her. She doesn't want him to see her face—the way the ache settles in her eyes when his gaze connects with hers, or the fear that presses her lips together while she still tries to catch her breath and remember that she is here... That what she saw wasn't real.
But she shakes her head and tips it away so that he can't see her face behind the long locks of hair that spill over in front of it.]
I don't know. I don't know how to explain...
[Her hand comes to rest on his leg, and she gives it a light squeeze.]
It was like... I was that wolf. I saw everything she was seeing. Felt everything, too... But I couldn't control what was going on, or what she did. Like I was just there to watch through her eyes as she lived her life with him...
[She peers up at Eustace through her hair and her thick, dark lashes.]
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But she shakes her head and tips it away so that he can't see her face behind the long locks of hair that spill over in front of it.]
I don't know. I don't know how to explain...
[Her hand comes to rest on his leg, and she gives it a light squeeze.]
It was like... I was that wolf. I saw everything she was seeing. Felt everything, too... But I couldn't control what was going on, or what she did. Like I was just there to watch through her eyes as she lived her life with him...
[She peers up at Eustace through her hair and her thick, dark lashes.]
With you...?