ღ seventh heart. ( locked to sephiroth, aerith. text. )

[anunlockedheart.livejournal.com]

[In the wee hours of the morning, Tifa begins to write. The words are slow in coming, but clear.]

Sephiroth. We need to talk. I have to clear up some things.

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[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

I am always careful. I am a SOLDIER. [Tifa does not know her, does not know that it is difficult for her to form connections with others, but she does not point that out.] However, I will be returning home, and the people here will no longer be relevant to my life. I will not see them again.

[At peace--that brings her no comfort. Surely the dead are simply dead. She has seen many people die, and she has never known them to experience peace.] I hope he died with honor. [Honor makes more sense to her.]

[anunlockedheart.livejournal.com]

[She hadn't forgotten how Sephiroth was, when they first met, and now the fear creeps back, the feeling of foreboding.]

[She knows from Cloud that Zack is somewhere safe, and she knows how he died, the sacrifice he made.] [This conversation is making her feel tired, sad. Even though it's been seven years since Nibelheim, this is too new for her. Too strange.]

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

I am being rational. When I return home, they will provide me with no feedback or support if I find myself in a difficult situation. We have no reason to believe that this experience is genuine.

[Knowing that Zack is dead has put her in a poor mood, for various reasons. She does not ordinarily jump to conclusions, but it reinforces her already present worry that Angeal is going to die. She can only hope that their worlds will diverge further, or that Tifa is lying.] I am glad that he did.

Very well, if that is all you have to say.