She stretches then hugs her father. "I think they are used to my wings."
She kisses him on the cheek. "It's good to see you."
She shifts closer to her father.
He nods in agreement. "I'll still protect you, Tifa."
"Why did the mortals believe grandma was an ancient?" He recovers and hugs his childhood friend.
He listens with interest.
He sits down next to his brother.
"Read to me?"
"Could you... um...?"
He giggles. "Ok, Orochi."
"No." He said firmly.
"But he has mom and papa won't give up onee-sama."
"What's so funny?"
"And you did a horrible job, number one and five." He teleports with his wife clinging to him.
He pulls her away from those inferiors and cradles her close to his chest.
"Papa, we need help."
"What now?" He asks.
Still, no recognition appears and buries her face into his chest.
She looks at her son, confused.
She didn't recognize the boy and slit her arm. "Onii-san!"
