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[meteorrains]

[Well prepare yourself, Tifa, because him telling you is definitely not going to make that any better.]

I'll be fine, Tifa. I just can't feel anything.

[powersouls]

[Yep, it definitely didn't.]

You can't feel anything? Anything at all?

[meteorrains]

[Figures.]

Nothing. Not the tablet, not my gloves. Just the cold.

[powersouls]

Oh...

[She bites her lip, shifting in place.]

I'm sorry, Cloud, I... Are you sure you're okay?

[meteorrains]

[They're apologizing to each other an awful lot for two people who just got murdered together.]

I've been through worse. I'll be fine. I just - wish you were here.

[powersouls]

[That's what they do.]

I know. I'll be there soon, okay? And... we can talk as much as you want. Everything will be alright.

[meteorrains]

[It's almost believable when she says it. Almost.]

Sure you won't get tired of me?

[powersouls]

[She smiles, small but there.]

Of course not. I could never get tired of you.

[meteorrains]

Is that a challenge?

[Good to know he didn't lose that dorky sense of humor.]

[powersouls]

[It is good to know. It's comforting.]

Should we make another bet?

[meteorrains]

Just name the terms.