[Are those tears? They're definitely tears, and suddenly Tifa is finding it hard to breathe, like there's something sitting on her chest. She's still not sure if that's a direct response. Is he in pain? What can she even do if he is?]
I'll figure out a way to help you, I promise.
[They're under lockdown, though, and even if she could get a message through to someone, no one is getting to him until morning, at least.]
Hold on, okay? Just a little bit longer.
[She wipes the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, or tries to, at least, although all she really accomplishes is a smear. There's pain entering her voice, making it strained and rasping.]
You're right. You do make things worse. I thought-- I thought I could count on you, but I can't. Do you make everyone this miserable? Why do you even bother?
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I'll figure out a way to help you, I promise.
[They're under lockdown, though, and even if she could get a message through to someone, no one is getting to him until morning, at least.]
Hold on, okay? Just a little bit longer.
[She wipes the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, or tries to, at least, although all she really accomplishes is a smear. There's pain entering her voice, making it strained and rasping.]
You're right. You do make things worse. I thought-- I thought I could count on you, but I can't. Do you make everyone this miserable? Why do you even bother?