[There's another soft, eerie chuckle as his eyes don't look at Tifa...but at the black mist forming around her. Seeing it makes him slowly run his tongue over his lips, the potential taste of it drawing him in.]
...It's all right, Tifa.
[Such a sweet, quiet voice as he reaches out to lightly grab her chin with his fingertips as he's suddenly right up in front of her.]
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...It's all right, Tifa.
[Such a sweet, quiet voice as he reaches out to lightly grab her chin with his fingertips as he's suddenly right up in front of her.]
I just need...a little more...