[Clearly having lost that final thread of patience, Tifa turns her eyes to the man on the ground again as if to remind him that he is not helping. She is trying to help him, and here he goes spouting things about beasts and monsters or whatever the rest of his incoherent slurs say.
And when he turns it around and starts to praise her, calling her his angel—]
It's about time you get home.
[She interrupts the string of insults with a voice so sharp that it looks like it cuts right through the man. He sputters, coughs, looks like he might burst into a fresh set of tears and wails before he tries to clamber to his feet, using the wall for support.
"B-but..."]
Ask the Paladins inside to help you.
[She doesn't even humour him with another glance and instead meets Eustace's eyes again while he stumbles back towards the door into the tavern.]
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And when he turns it around and starts to praise her, calling her his angel—]
It's about time you get home.
[She interrupts the string of insults with a voice so sharp that it looks like it cuts right through the man. He sputters, coughs, looks like he might burst into a fresh set of tears and wails before he tries to clamber to his feet, using the wall for support.
"B-but..."]
Ask the Paladins inside to help you.
[She doesn't even humour him with another glance and instead meets Eustace's eyes again while he stumbles back towards the door into the tavern.]
There. Was that so hard?