[There's another stretch where she says nothing, the only sound her steady breaths.
Her own fingers curl around his hand, silently seeking out his reassurance, testing the waters again as that small voice in the back of her head whispers to her.]
... Guilt.
[It's all she says at first, so quietly that perhaps she hasn't even said it at all.]
About wanting to save the kirin.
[Biting her lip, Tifa turns to look at him. She doesn't wear anger or sadness, but uncertainty.]
no subject
Her own fingers curl around his hand, silently seeking out his reassurance, testing the waters again as that small voice in the back of her head whispers to her.]
... Guilt.
[It's all she says at first, so quietly that perhaps she hasn't even said it at all.]
About wanting to save the kirin.
[Biting her lip, Tifa turns to look at him. She doesn't wear anger or sadness, but uncertainty.]
The way you looked at it...