[Her voice is breaking through the darkness, through the screams that rage through his head. Screams made of his voice and something else's that he both recognizes and doesn't at the same time. He tries to reach out to it, but there's something pushing...no pulling him back, as if dragging him deeper into the darkness. He tries to fight it off, struggles, but all he manages is a shout for help—]
Tifa!!
[The voice sounds so small, so strangled in this form, but at least a part of him is remembering something. Something inside him still trying to fight against his oppressive nightmare that's taken hold of him.
But Tifa needs to act fast.
She'll be able to see the black, shadowy tendrils that drag him back, tendrils that change and morph between different forms of a claws—one that looks familiar and stained with blood while the other is more metallic almost like a hand. Despite Eustace's attempts to break out on his own, he is slowly being consumed in the darkness, and behind him are a pair of unfamiliar eyes that glint and shine.]
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Tifa!!
[The voice sounds so small, so strangled in this form, but at least a part of him is remembering something. Something inside him still trying to fight against his oppressive nightmare that's taken hold of him.
But Tifa needs to act fast.
She'll be able to see the black, shadowy tendrils that drag him back, tendrils that change and morph between different forms of a claws—one that looks familiar and stained with blood while the other is more metallic almost like a hand. Despite Eustace's attempts to break out on his own, he is slowly being consumed in the darkness, and behind him are a pair of unfamiliar eyes that glint and shine.]