[Tifa's hands, nestled together on her lap, tighten at the news. It was what she was afraid of. It is a relief, however, to hear that he returned to the moment he had come from, but without the memories of this place? That's a bit jarring.]
So everything we do here is just... [Her sentence falls short, and she's unable to find the right words to finish it, but she figures that Ren probably knows where it was going.
Instead, she focuses on something else—his bandaged hand that she gently picks up and holds in hers.]
This happen back home too? Or you still don't know how to throw a real punch...
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[Tifa's hands, nestled together on her lap, tighten at the news. It was what she was afraid of. It is a relief, however, to hear that he returned to the moment he had come from, but without the memories of this place? That's a bit jarring.]
So everything we do here is just... [Her sentence falls short, and she's unable to find the right words to finish it, but she figures that Ren probably knows where it was going.
Instead, she focuses on something else—his bandaged hand that she gently picks up and holds in hers.]
This happen back home too? Or you still don't know how to throw a real punch...