It's okay, sometimes dealing with this stuff is easier when you have a friend.

[While he knows that Tifa might not remember or even be the same Tifa he knows from home he's not about to abandon her in those feelings. Not a chance.

But then he loosens his hug and looks around at the remaining ruins around them. The crumbled ground and dusty air make Sora feel tense. The collection of keyblades that are protruding from the ground in droves gleam under a suddenly hot sun.]

It's ... Uh. It's a graveyard.

[That makes something feel heavy in his chest.]

A long time ago when darkness and light clashed a lot of people... were lost. [...] But this is just a memory, right?