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Strength.
It was a used to describe the last survivors of the real Nibelheim by the ones that knew them best.
Fragile.
The second word that could be used to describe the duo from Nibelheim's unforgiving shadow.
Anger.
It could burn through them like a flash bomb or like a wildfire unleashed on the suspecting.
Whatever the word you chose to find for them, there is one that only a single boy could give to them.
Love…
Tifa Lockheart and Cloud Strife loved with everything in them and kept going even if they were running way past empty.
He learned well from them.
He learned to love best what was fragile. He learned strength could be found in love. Love, he learned tempered anger. It was a reason nobody thought could possibly make sense to a boy so young as he… Maybe that was the reason the children of Edge were drawn to them.
Love held them together.
All because it could.
