[ Even if the power in him reverses his condition to the last moment he was whole when he succumbs to too much damage, he remembers the hundreds of times he's been shattered and broken. Although he sees no cracks, no blood, and nothing appears to be broken, the way Tifa holds herself reminds him of one such moment.
How cold the rain, the cobblestone beneath him. His body — cracked and split in too many places — could no longer support its weight, let alone a weapon. He'd never questioned how long a puppet could leak oil before its systems started to seize. He learned that day it takes a very long time. There was little use in crying out because no one could hear him who'd want to help. No good could come of complaining since Gemini would only worry more than he was already. The cricket guide chirped from his lamp words of encouragement and sympathy. Although it was kind, what the puppet wanted more than anything was to feel his father's hands on his shoulders. It didn't matter that Geppetto only did it when he wanted something.
Pinocchio doesn't want anything of Tifa. She has folded in on herself and it seems like a posture as lonely as he'd felt at that time. Moved to comfort her, his metal hand leaves the door and settles over the back of her hand, the other fingers closing carefully around hers as if cradling something precious.
She is gentle. Thinks of others first even when the situation seems perilous. Following a silent nod, he releases her hand to close his over the slopes of her shoulders. ]
Yes. [ He looks terribly serious as he says: ] We needn't search or fight as though we are alone. Are you ready?
cw: mention of death
How cold the rain, the cobblestone beneath him. His body — cracked and split in too many places — could no longer support its weight, let alone a weapon. He'd never questioned how long a puppet could leak oil before its systems started to seize. He learned that day it takes a very long time. There was little use in crying out because no one could hear him who'd want to help. No good could come of complaining since Gemini would only worry more than he was already. The cricket guide chirped from his lamp words of encouragement and sympathy. Although it was kind, what the puppet wanted more than anything was to feel his father's hands on his shoulders. It didn't matter that Geppetto only did it when he wanted something.
Pinocchio doesn't want anything of Tifa. She has folded in on herself and it seems like a posture as lonely as he'd felt at that time. Moved to comfort her, his metal hand leaves the door and settles over the back of her hand, the other fingers closing carefully around hers as if cradling something precious.
She is gentle. Thinks of others first even when the situation seems perilous. Following a silent nod, he releases her hand to close his over the slopes of her shoulders. ]
Yes. [ He looks terribly serious as he says: ] We needn't search or fight as though we are alone. Are you ready?