[A voice is telling him to listen, but there's something else here. A presence that can be felt around them, but can't be seen. Dark, powerful, almost pressing down on them.
Gasping as his arm continues to change, Eustace scrambles back to his feet as he stares at Tifa still on the ground. He still can't see her and...as much as the sight of that blood pouring down her neck terrifies him, it makes his chest hurt and he wants to help her. But when he reaches out there's his disfigured hand—claw? And he has to hastily retreat.]
I don't...want to hurt you...it's my fault...everything is my...
[The words tumble out in nonsensical order, before he screams and clutches his head.]
Stop it stop it stop it!!!
[With his screams, everything around them seems to crack as if made of glass, the black snow pelting down on them as it becomes more like a blizzard.]
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Gasping as his arm continues to change, Eustace scrambles back to his feet as he stares at Tifa still on the ground. He still can't see her and...as much as the sight of that blood pouring down her neck terrifies him, it makes his chest hurt and he wants to help her. But when he reaches out there's his disfigured hand—claw? And he has to hastily retreat.]
I don't...want to hurt you...it's my fault...everything is my...
[The words tumble out in nonsensical order, before he screams and clutches his head.]
Stop it stop it stop it!!!
[With his screams, everything around them seems to crack as if made of glass, the black snow pelting down on them as it becomes more like a blizzard.]