Just make sure that if you need anything, you tell me. I could close up shop for a day and come meet you somewhere. I'd send one of the dogs, but I'm a little more worried about them getting too close.
Tifa, I'm not trying to keep you away. I'm only stating the fact that this is not anything like we've been through before, and it would be more dangerous to recklessly come after us.
[Honey... If only he could see the sorry smile that she is putting on right now for him, but maybe he can feel it coming through the page. He's so sweet, bless him.]
You know that it isn't on your account, yeah? That's not how that works.
[She doesn't even finish the word when she sees the heart appear, and her own writing stops, the L turning into a blotch of ink on the page. She breaks out into a wide smile, her fondness practically bleeding through the page as she draws a heart that loops right through the one that he did.
Followed by the words:]
I love you.
Please keep me updated. If I don't hear back from you in an hour, I don't care. I'm coming to find you.
[She stares at that message for a long time, forgetting herself and that she still has a cafe to manage while he's gone, but as her anxiety begins to mount again as that hour goes on, seeing those words and their little drawn hearts together helps to soothe some of that.
Only some.
Because when she doesn't hear back from him after that hour, she writes back to him. She does give him some leeway, knowing that it would be impossible to make it exactly, so whenever he does see it, he'll first find a small sad face with the words:]
[And that anxiety will not leave until she finally does hear back from him, Tifa staring at her journal, peering at it every chance she gets while she waits for his writing to give her an answer.]
[It's definitely not reassuring. Especially because she has customers waiting on their food... So she will have to leave it to Lyria and the dogs to take care of while she's gone, and to close up shop when the customers have left.
For how long? She doesn't know, but if Eustace tells her to go there and stay, then that's what she's going to do.
So, her answer will take some time to come back and when it finally does, her handwriting is far from the neat penmanship it usually has. It's shaky, and her anxiety practically bleeds through the page.]
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Just make sure that if you need anything, you tell me. I could close up shop for a day and come meet you somewhere. I'd send one of the dogs, but I'm a little more worried about them getting too close.
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Do not come out here or send anyone or anything unless I say so. Even then, you would need proper preparation.
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But I get it. I just don't want you overworking yourself, okay?
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[Honey... If only he could see the sorry smile that she is putting on right now for him, but maybe he can feel it coming through the page. He's so sweet, bless him.]
You know that it isn't on your account, yeah? That's not how that works.
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But this is a different situation.
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[It all sounds so harsh over writing... but she is only gently prodding.]
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I know. I'm sorry. I'm just
It's hard for me to sit still while you're out there doing god knows what and where.
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I know, and I'm also sorry. But we should be about halfway.
I'll keep you updated.
[AND THERE IS ANOTHER MOMENT OR TWO BEFORE a little heart appears.]
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[She doesn't even finish the word when she sees the heart appear, and her own writing stops, the L turning into a blotch of ink on the page. She breaks out into a wide smile, her fondness practically bleeding through the page as she draws a heart that loops right through the one that he did.
Followed by the words:]
I love you.
Please keep me updated. If I don't hear back from you in an hour, I don't care. I'm coming to find you.
[That's mostly a joke. Mostly.]
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But he'll smile, and his words will carry that same warmth and fondness.]
I will.
Love you.
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Only some.
Because when she doesn't hear back from him after that hour, she writes back to him. She does give him some leeway, knowing that it would be impossible to make it exactly, so whenever he does see it, he'll first find a small sad face with the words:]
How are things?
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We might have found something. I'll contact later.
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[And that anxiety will not leave until she finally does hear back from him, Tifa staring at her journal, peering at it every chance she gets while she waits for his writing to give her an answer.]
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Go to the Observatory. I need to relay them our findings through our journals.
And I need you to stay with them for the time being.
[...It's not exactly reassuring.
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For how long? She doesn't know, but if Eustace tells her to go there and stay, then that's what she's going to do.
So, her answer will take some time to come back and when it finally does, her handwriting is far from the neat penmanship it usually has. It's shaky, and her anxiety practically bleeds through the page.]
Okay. I'm here. Eustace, what's going on? You're scaring me.
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Go to the researchers, the ones who recognize you. Tell them Alastor and I found the device and I have a report on our findings.
I'll explain everything to you and everyone there then.
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But she will do as he says and update the researchers...]
They said to go ahead.
[And she's going to wait with bated breath, her heart beating a thousand miles a minute, anxious for an answer.]
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