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[lunaetis]

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Heavy eyes looked at Tifa with great displeasure. It was as if the words he was gathering with such heaviness could not come out of his mouth. Suddenly there was a quiet sigh. "She will never leave me. A crying muse clinging to my wounded shoulder. " He said sorrowfully extending his right hand to the side and immediately after it grew a large wing dressed in black feathers. "I continue to be a monster. This is not my reason for coming home. I was naive... Lost in the eyes of the Goddess who drove me mad. And now? All that's left of her is a crying muse whispering the word why in my ear." ( Genesis for Tifa uvu )

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─「ティファ」─  a being of PAST AND FUTURE was the person before her. the man who donned the color red like blood that flowed through the veins of all humans. a soul who was lost within the darkness that was his MIND and the ideology of a world he once envisioned. a worn-down hero, an EX-SOLDIER who used to lift his hands and fight for the company that wouldn’t think twice to bleed the planet dry for their own gain.

                yet, the time she had known him, the GLIMPSE of who he used to be, who he is now, and who he wanted to be, blurring the lines and forming a broken man standing in grief and regret, shackled down by the decisions and CONSEQUENCES of his believes and actions. should it be her meeting him while she was consumed by the need for revenge, she wouldn’t be listening to his words nor had noticed things that were subtle enough to miss. the heaviness he carried in those mako-infused eyes, and the inner destruction seeping like poison in his own blood.

                that was when BLACK WING was spread before her eyes — and she remembered a piece she read long ago.

                the same wing she had seen upon the HERO SEPHIROTH.

                silence hung in the air, and the fighter finally moved. her hands trembled, before they raised and the DISTANCE between them was gone.

                with her arms coming around him in a tight embrace.

                “ ... i don’t hate you. ” i don't see you as a monster. the SILENCE was broken in a whisper, even then her whole body was shaking and trembling by an assault of so many emotions washing through her. to know that he was the reason that her hometown had been reduced to nothing but a tragedy and MEMORY, yet ... yet ... she couldn’t bring herself to do anything. even her, even the actions she had chosen also resulted in the PLATE being dropped and the death of so many innocents.

                how could he have known the tragedy that were to follow in the wake of his footsteps ?

                her arms TIGHTENED around his stronger form, fingers clutched against his back, and she could feel the brush of the dark feather against her cheek. a lost man who had stumbled to try to find his way again. she saw the SORROW deep in his eyes, the confusion of the fragments of himself, broken to pieces by the poison laced in his blood, the poems he recited, the love turned into hatred.

                and her own hatred for him turning into something warmer.

                “ i can’t ... ever forgive sephiroth for what he did ... but ... i can’t hold you responsible for it. ” he wasn’t the one who BURNED DOWN the village, he wasn’t the one who turned his back away from everything. this man, right in front of her, was seeking REDEMPTION. he wanted to be better, and ... and who was she to judge him ? she wasn’t in the position to do so when her own hands were tainted too. face buried to his chest, and she felt like she was holding onto him for dear life more than embracing and soothing him.

                she was finding a reason to FORGIVE, and to move on. and she found it in him.

                the BARMAID could only imagine the emotions that went through him. he didn’t have to show her the truth of it all, and he could simply keep it in and take it to his grave. yet, he chose to bare the DEEPEST PART of himself to her eyes, leaving himself vulnerable for her to pass judgement upon and the black wing that represent the degradation and warped view he once had.

                it made him look more beautiful than ever.

                “ then ... let’s walk forward. ” the past made up who they are now, but it wouldn’t define the future. the path they were to take, the person they were going to be — that was their choices to make. she thinned her lips, and her embrace turned into something gentle, tender ...

                “ together, this time. ”