[Tifa tries to hold herself together, hands balling into shaking fists on the table. This is all she has left. Her home, all of it, is gone. No more Sector Seven, no more Seventh Heaven, or even AVALANCHE. Just this dumb bar in this dumb world, and she doesn't know why she's getting so worked up about it, but that's the most infuriating part. It's not even that Cole is rummaging through "her things", but there is always a straw that will eventually break the camel's back.
She laid no claim to this building, but it's still dear to her. So much that it gets more difficult to stand in it with each passing moment.
Tifa exhales, and then slumps into the seat next to Cole, exhaustion coming through her sharpened features.]
This is all I've got, [she admits.] The real bar is gone. [She glances to Ren and Cole, apologetic.] Sorry. I don't know why I got so upset.
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She laid no claim to this building, but it's still dear to her. So much that it gets more difficult to stand in it with each passing moment.
Tifa exhales, and then slumps into the seat next to Cole, exhaustion coming through her sharpened features.]
This is all I've got, [she admits.] The real bar is gone. [She glances to Ren and Cole, apologetic.] Sorry. I don't know why I got so upset.
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What's the paint even for?