[ Royce has Tifa's head in his lap, has Emily's other hand in his. She goes still, and Royce closes his eyes, trying to breathe. He tries, but he doesn't know if he can remember how. It shudders, and he shakily closes Tifa's eyes as well. He flinches at the sound of Alfie's low moan, curling down further into his hood. ]
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They're - they're both. Gone. [ Royce says, voice low and ragged. ]