[Where Eustace is, he sits back in the chair and desk he had been borrowing for this. The sirens are still blaring, but its dulled by the room and he just rubs his brow, collecting himself.
And when he looks back at the journal, now quiet, he just sighs and sits back forward, already flipping to a new page so he can write to Tifa again...but she beats him to it. Staring at the words, he feels a longing ache as well as a guilty twist in his heart before he responds.]
No.
But I could use your help here.
[Truthfully...he would rather she didn't. Rather she stay safe out there. However, as he stares out the window to see everyone rushing here and there, he knows she would never want to do that.]
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And when he looks back at the journal, now quiet, he just sighs and sits back forward, already flipping to a new page so he can write to Tifa again...but she beats him to it. Staring at the words, he feels a longing ache as well as a guilty twist in his heart before he responds.]
No.
But I could use your help here.
[Truthfully...he would rather she didn't. Rather she stay safe out there. However, as he stares out the window to see everyone rushing here and there, he knows she would never want to do that.]