[She affords him all the time in the world he needs, and Tifa patiently watches, almost in a revered trance, as the thoughts flash deep in his gaze. She isn't even sure if that's what it is, or if she fully understands what he's going through or what she meant, but these nightmares and the fears he has of losing her... It sounds all too familiar because she's terrified of the same. She remembers what it felt like to hear he'd been hurt, and she hadn't been there to protect him...

When his forehead comes to rest on hers, she closes her eyes, and a trembling breath flutters past her lips.]

I don't know if that's true, but I don't like what it's doing. It keeps twisting memories and uses them against you...

[Whatever force this is, it invokes the negative feelings associated with what he feels for her, and then feeds on those fears. It's a vicious cycle...]

You can't always be afraid of hurting me, Eustace. You never could.

[If only because she knows and trusts him that he would never mean to, even if he did, and this only cements that further.

She brings his hand to her heart again, and it's beating faster. Stronger.]

Anytime you feel afraid, try to think of why that is.