[He stiffens when he feels Tifa's arms around him, and while he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in them, an old feeling of fear that makes him try to break out of her grasp.]
Don't—!
[Fuck. Fuck.
Again he lost control to something, to something nightmare related. And again he tried to hurt her—]
Stay away from me...!
[Why? Why does this always happen?
Cold, black frost forms around him, reminiscent of that night long ago, the guilt, anger, and remorse manifesting.]
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Don't—!
[Fuck. Fuck.
Again he lost control to something, to something nightmare related. And again he tried to hurt her—]
Stay away from me...!
[Why? Why does this always happen?
Cold, black frost forms around him, reminiscent of that night long ago, the guilt, anger, and remorse manifesting.]