[Before Damien can get to the bathhouses, Tifa spots him wandering through the streets of the tiny Sector, his face recognizable even in the wash of coloured lights that glow around them. She's manning the Korean barbecue stand alone today while Cloud is on the ground floor of the Void helping Aerith with her flowers, humming to herself while she wipes down the counters, looking just as at home as she did back at Heavenly Blanc.
Despite how lively Wall Market looks like it should be, it's quiet enough that Tifa's voice calling out to him could be heard several blocks down.]
You finally made it down here!
[Her head is poking out from behind the walls of the stand, hair draping over the counter while she waves him down.]
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Despite how lively Wall Market looks like it should be, it's quiet enough that Tifa's voice calling out to him could be heard several blocks down.]
You finally made it down here!
[Her head is poking out from behind the walls of the stand, hair draping over the counter while she waves him down.]