[...

Tifa shrinks back a little, her frown growing deeper as she reconsiders her next moves. She could run the other way, towards the opposite end and do this all on her own like she planned, or... Her eyes dart to his hand, and her own grip the bridge's ropes tighter.]

Okay... But don't keep following if you think it's too dangerous.

[She doesn't want him to get hurt. Even if he was going to tell her dad later, she doesn't want anyone to get hurt. This is her fight, and her search, but if he wants to help, then who is she to say no? Her friends had tried, but they all left, and she was all alone again. Just like she was when mom...

Her arm stretches, a hand extending to him too, but she's too far away to reach.]

I promise the bridge will be safe. I'll make sure of it.

[As safe as it can be for something that fades in and out of his vision.]