[His expression contorts a little, knowing he pushed it to the extreme. And there will be the loud clatter of the axe as it falls to the ground, the once clawed hand now back to normal as he reaches out and grabs her injured one, ignoring whatever resistance or trembling he may feel.]

I love you, Tifa, but if there is one thing that pisses me off is when you disregard my own feelings for you.

You want to help me, you're afraid of what I will do, and I understand that. I know better than anyone what a threat I can be, so you're right, finding out what's going on should come first.

[He rips off a part of his shirt and wraps the fabric around her hand.]

But you will always be my priority. And I hurt you.

[His voice trembles at that because he knows he hurt her even more now. He was just so tired of this repeated pattern of her trying to take responsibility over everything, of pushing her own care aside, and he snapped. Or maybe he was also affected by this role that drove him to such a extreme emotions. Maybe it was everything.]

Don't take away my chance to try and fix it while I can.

[His hand tightens slightly over hers.]

Stop refusing my help.