[It isn't something he has done to make her feel anything, though she knows exactly what he might be thinking. And as he pulls her close, she exhales, as if all the air—everything—that she'd been holding in can finally be let go.

She shakes her head and lets it fall against his shoulder, and she takes a moment to close her eyes and breathe in his scent. It's masked by the thick, cooler air around them, and the heat of battle that still lingers, but it's there as it always is...]

I don't know.

[She really, really doesn't. But when her heart wavers, it's less like a ripple and more like a violent tide that rocks through every part of her.]

If you felt guilty about it... for prolonging that kirin's suffering... it would be my fault. And when I asked... that look on your face after...

[Tifa's voice begins to break.]

I was mad at myself.