[More real. Yeah. He could believe that. Maybe it's just the nature of this place. This world. Things that ordinarily shouldn't have any bearing or power have a great deal of it here. He isn't sure what to make of that. Maybe the sheer desires they hold are what grant a sense of weighted reality. But if that was truly the case, then surely... his daughter would be here.

No. He can't wrap his head around it at all. This is not his forte. Just let him swing his sword and the blade will answer all of the questions.

When Tifa continues, he's still looking her over, perhaps neglecting himself in the process. Nothing different from usual. He feels like his insides are burning, but that's the state of affairs. Surely, it'll pass with time.]

I'm glad you were able to. The alternatives wouldn't have been pretty. Sorry that you had to go through what you did. Seems like it's been pretty rough.