[She grows quite in response to his words, contemplative. It's not as if she doesn't understand the sentiment. Life on Gaia has it's fair share of problems, mostly due to Shinra and their corruption. The people in the lower sectors of Midgar live simple but impoverished lives, constantly in danger of losing the resources they need to survive due to lack of work, illness, or monster attacks. The sky itself is choked out by the top-side city hanging above, forever out of reach.
It's that harshness and resentment that led to the eventual creation of AVALANCHE. That started the reactor bombings. That gave Tifa something to hold onto while deep in her anger and feeling the sting of helplessness. Finally, she nods. Because she does understand.
But she's also seen how quickly 'something dangerous' can beget something so much worse.]
And is that your dream? To be an inventor?
[She seems genuinely curious, as her gaze darts away from the water and re-focuses on him. It's only when the loud whistling of the fireworks begin crackling in the sky that she swings her head away to get a good look at them, a smile forming on her lips.
His gasp draws her attention back, and she almost laughs at his surprised expression.]
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It's that harshness and resentment that led to the eventual creation of AVALANCHE. That started the reactor bombings. That gave Tifa something to hold onto while deep in her anger and feeling the sting of helplessness. Finally, she nods. Because she does understand.
But she's also seen how quickly 'something dangerous' can beget something so much worse.]
And is that your dream? To be an inventor?
[She seems genuinely curious, as her gaze darts away from the water and re-focuses on him. It's only when the loud whistling of the fireworks begin crackling in the sky that she swings her head away to get a good look at them, a smile forming on her lips.
His gasp draws her attention back, and she almost laughs at his surprised expression.]
Have you never seen fireworks before either?