[ Royce doesn't say anything else. Tifa just died. She just came back, not too long ago - this wasn't fair. Emily - he can't think about her. He can't look at her. It's too much, it's too much like Mercy, and Royce drags in another rough sort of breath.
He brushes Tifa's hair out of her face. He can't breathe right, it feels - it's a lot. It's too much. He was scared when he died, and now he's numb, almost. ]
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He brushes Tifa's hair out of her face. He can't breathe right, it feels - it's a lot. It's too much. He was scared when he died, and now he's numb, almost. ]