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Another blast as they tried to take down the MASSIVE behemoth that towered above them, GODS this wasn’t WORKING, there was NO WAY they could take down this thing. Prompto tried desperately to catch his breath, glancing up at the creature once more only to catch glimpse of something else, SOMEONE else? Honestly he wasn’t sure what he saw, only that SOMEONE took down that thing in one fell swoop.

“Wha - ?! Woooaahh -- !!” Prompto was awestruck, skittering to his feet to see just WHO had done that, who had done what they couldn’t in MUCH less time.

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   MORE AND MORE, the being that she has come to know as Tifa has begun to interact with her everyday life. It is almost strange, to have to disguise the way has now begun speaking to the woman, to have this knowledge that she does not understand. But more && more, she finds what look like diamonds woven into the manifestations hair. If she squints, && tries her hardest, she could even trick herself into believing that she could find a galaxy in her gaze, constellations in her smile.

   She understands this: Tifa is not real, not in the way that she herself is. Was not born into the world, touched by the light of the ever setting sun. It is not because of the fact that Tifa had tried, in her own... unique way to explain it to her. Word of mouth could not be trusted, especially of someone whose first meeting had involved the taste test of ice-cream. No. Fuu uses her eyes, her senses, && her gut instinct. Notices, the way that no matter how bright the glow of Tifa becomes, eyes will always slip past her. How, no matter how excitable the being got, no matter how far she sunk into the sea of her emotions---none would hear, would see. 

   It makes her question then: why could she?

   There are no answers for her. Not from Tifa, either, whose mind whirls with possibilities, but no solid evidence. But. But. More so than her genuine surprise at meeting a being of ‘light’ (whatever that was supposed to mean), more so than being able to observe the truthfulness of her words, more so than being able to enjoy the company of someone patient, who listened when she spoke && cared for her opinion-- -

   She questions this, more, STRONGER: why does she stay? Why does she actually want her to stay? Answer: inconclusive. The precious feeling of warmth that wells up in her chest at Tifa’s company... her only viable action, at this point, is to ignore it. Better to not dwell on it, to enjoy the presence of the being while she stayed. Better to not get attached. Just, believe.

   The structure in front of her, she thinks, could barely be named a shrine. A small thing, made mostly of the cleaned ice-cream sticks they had consumed numerous as they were, tied together by ribbons && a hair-tie she had carried. Something her hands had idly built, thinking about the other. She tenses at the words that carry over from said other, not looking up to reply for a breath. Thinks hard on the words she wants to say, the emotions she felt. Softly, a murmuring of her lips, she finally replies, barely loud enough to be heard, “...you deserved one.” && then, silence.

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Tifa stood before the oracle with a hand out to invite Luna to follow and the oracle simply looked at the hand, one that was forever warm and invite with this silent promise of protection that the oracle had grown to find a friendship in. Usually, she was not one to easily accept assistance but this one, Tifa, had earned her trust and faith. So to show such things, Luna’s hand slipped into her bodyguards with a squeeze of reassurance before letting Tifa lead while Luna wondered what it was she was going to be shown. “ Lead the way then, Tifa. ”

If there was one emotion that Naofumi knew well, it was rage. It coursed through him as if it were his blood, and he barely kept it in check. It was the one human emotion he could relate to anymore. Wrath was his core, and that let him read it plainly in others, even when they sought to hide it. He never bragged on this, never spoke of what he saw in others until now. It was their business, and as long as they minded their own business, he would too.

But, looking at this woman, he found himself unable to keep his mouth shut. It looked as if she were about to break beneath the weight of her anger, and he had been in that position before himself. It was a dangerous place to be, certainly not a place where one could be for long. He had nearly killed himself in his rage not long ago. And it was almost like looking into a mirror. Perhaps that was why he finally said something about what he saw.

Taking the glass she slid to him, he took it from the bar, not returning her smile. It was times like this that he wondered if his rage burned away that ability. He drank, and nearly grimaced at the taste. Of course, it was alcohol, this was a bar. Just because the drink didn’t blatantly say liquor didn’t mean it wasn’t liquor based. Luckily, his natural tolerance was insane.