[Shellton, with a view of the turtle's head. Got it. A grunt is Tifa's only signal that he understands. And... he sort of does. Her directions will make sense when he looks, anyway. He's confident in that.]
I'm not planning on it. You've no need to worry over me, Tifa.
[Even if he might strike her (rightly) as some kind of final boss version of theier said chocobo-haired friend, He's not Cloud. And althought Vincent did not know her at this exact time in her life... He had a suspicion from the future version that she'd worried over him a while.]
Not in your future, and not now- I've no intention of putting that on you.
[Interesting, he thinks- that Tifa- this Tifa, where he's no different from any other person on the street, would worry over him. Or perhaps the sound of disapproval that comes from her is something else. The assumption he would be an idiot, perhaps.]
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I'm not planning on it. You've no need to worry over me, Tifa.
[Even if he might strike her (rightly) as some kind of final boss version of theier said chocobo-haired friend, He's not Cloud. And althought Vincent did not know her at this exact time in her life... He had a suspicion from the future version that she'd worried over him a while.]
Not in your future, and not now- I've no intention of putting that on you.
[Interesting, he thinks- that Tifa- this Tifa, where he's no different from any other person on the street, would worry over him. Or perhaps the sound of disapproval that comes from her is something else. The assumption he would be an idiot, perhaps.]