Tiffanie and Lipton were finally reunited...
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and https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/5448706/ )
...but they were going to wait until after Brutis and Brook got married before deciding if they would be more than just boyfriend and girlfriend.
Tiffanie loved Lipton more than anything, but she also felt guilty that she hadn't been able to rescue him. Plus, there was still his clone to deal with. They'd asked Pilot to deal with him, but until then, she lived in mild paranoia.
Lipton had traveled through Africa for almost a year, trying to get back to Tiffanie. When he finally found her, his evil clone didn't matter to him. Even though she was in a paranoia, he was calm.
The clone, however, wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. Everything was confusing. It was like the evil was slowly dripping away from him.
"Tiffanie?" Lipton asked one morning, "What are some goals you have?"
Tiffanie looked up from the necklace she was designing. "I don't really have any… at least not anymore."
"What are some that you used to have, then?"
"Oh… several. When I was still young and naive, around ten… I wanted to have a successful job, own at least three pets, be married to my soulmate, and live by the ocean." She put the necklace aside. "Then once I discovered my empathic powers, I wanted to be a psychiatrist that actually helps people rather than just give them medicine. That didn't last long… too much studying."
"I graduated high school early, got a job, and started training myself to use my empathy safely. Then I met you."
"At that point, I had gained enough experience with my powers to know the difference between eros, storge, phileo, and agape love… besides your depression, worry, and pain, I could sense you were… um… well, it was like you were glowing radiantly with love! All four types of it!"
"Huh." Lipton mumbled thoughtfully. "That's interesting."
"Yes it is." Tiff smiled. "And then… well, we've been over this already. I was kidnapped, sent to an experiment facility where they gave me fire powers and I was completely untrained with those, so any time I sensed anyone's anger, flames came out of my hands. It took about five months to plan an escape… but I did it anyway."
"After that… you were feeling better and we got together. It had been a long time since I hadn't pushed my own emotions back so I could read others clearly. Six months flew past, and then your clone appeared." Tiffanie looked out the window for a while, re-living another thing the clone had done to her that she hadn't talked about yet.