He couldn't turn her away or ignore her advances now, even if she looked like she was teetering between discovering what was real or not. He was so close now, and it was a relief to see her again. But...he didn't imagine that it would be anything like this. Granted he didn't imagine himself becoming a chosen Hero of Light. Granted that must have been why both he and Tifa were here. His breath hitched for a second as he struggled with what he could say or do at that point. Molg simply hovered over them, wondering just what would happen. How many more bombs could be dropped between the two of them?
Admittedly, Cloud was just as confused as Tifa was, though it sounded as if he had more stories to tell. Their own world was a more favorable one despite the despair they faced. At least it wasn't an all-out war. His armor left him feeling warm in this cool night air.
He couldn't just be a voice forever though. He had to be more then that right now if he was going to try and explain anything to her. And if it turned out their realities were different? So be it. Allies in this world were better than making enemies over lost memories. So without any further hesitation on Cloud's part, he made the move that Tifa wouldn't.
"If there even was a war." In that moment, Cloud's leather-clad hand closed over Tifa's where it failed to reach out to him, taking it in his before calmly sighing. It was him. He was real, even if he was a bit scattered from her own thoughts and time.
"Something tells me you don't." A joke? At this time?
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He couldn't turn her away or ignore her advances now, even if she looked like she was teetering between discovering what was real or not. He was so close now, and it was a relief to see her again. But...he didn't imagine that it would be anything like this. Granted he didn't imagine himself becoming a chosen Hero of Light. Granted that must have been why both he and Tifa were here. His breath hitched for a second as he struggled with what he could say or do at that point. Molg simply hovered over them, wondering just what would happen. How many more bombs could be dropped between the two of them?
Admittedly, Cloud was just as confused as Tifa was, though it sounded as if he had more stories to tell. Their own world was a more favorable one despite the despair they faced. At least it wasn't an all-out war. His armor left him feeling warm in this cool night air.
He couldn't just be a voice forever though. He had to be more then that right now if he was going to try and explain anything to her. And if it turned out their realities were different? So be it. Allies in this world were better than making enemies over lost memories. So without any further hesitation on Cloud's part, he made the move that Tifa wouldn't.
"If there even was a war." In that moment, Cloud's leather-clad hand closed over Tifa's where it failed to reach out to him, taking it in his before calmly sighing. It was him. He was real, even if he was a bit scattered from her own thoughts and time.
"Something tells me you don't." A joke? At this time?
Cloud is Cloud.