[At first blush it seems like a stupid question to ask him at this point, but he immediately realizes it's not a test. She only needs one answer, one he gives without any hesitation or second thought.]
I love you. Only you.
[His own eyes and voice carry the weight of his own sincerity, three words that carry the many feelings he has for her that he can't say. Although his love is sincere, it can't really be said it's completely wholesome or pure. So instead of sounding light or romantic, it's heavy. Heavy with his own possessiveness and wants.
Because he feels the same way as she does—has since the very beginning. Even before he decided to commit that dark feeling had started to sprout and grown. When he had asked her about her wanting to monopolize him, it had been a reflection of his own desires to do so. To keep her to him, to not let anyone else touch her or come too close. For him to be the only one in her eyes, her mind, her heart. And like Tifa he, too, realizes there are unreasonable extremes which is why he keeps it hidden deep in his heart, bits and pieces seeping out every now and then when his own jealous bouts rear their ugly heads.
So when he says he loves her, it's more than that. It's like he's repeating a vow over and over again—that he's bound himself to her and has also bound her to him. That she's the one he wants and he'll do whatever it takes to keep her.
Even if she protests.
Already those vines are starting to crawl their way up the tree and into the room, curling around the feet of the bed.]
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I love you. Only you.
[His own eyes and voice carry the weight of his own sincerity, three words that carry the many feelings he has for her that he can't say. Although his love is sincere, it can't really be said it's completely wholesome or pure. So instead of sounding light or romantic, it's heavy. Heavy with his own possessiveness and wants.
Because he feels the same way as she does—has since the very beginning. Even before he decided to commit that dark feeling had started to sprout and grown. When he had asked her about her wanting to monopolize him, it had been a reflection of his own desires to do so. To keep her to him, to not let anyone else touch her or come too close. For him to be the only one in her eyes, her mind, her heart. And like Tifa he, too, realizes there are unreasonable extremes which is why he keeps it hidden deep in his heart, bits and pieces seeping out every now and then when his own jealous bouts rear their ugly heads.
So when he says he loves her, it's more than that. It's like he's repeating a vow over and over again—that he's bound himself to her and has also bound her to him. That she's the one he wants and he'll do whatever it takes to keep her.
Even if she protests.
Already those vines are starting to crawl their way up the tree and into the room, curling around the feet of the bed.]