["I've accepted it."

How she's longed to hear those words, and Tifa doesn't realize just how much until he says them. But even then, there's a sense of trepidation that still keeps her stiff, even as his hands run over her arms to comfort her. She knows that the things she's done are terrible and no amount of kindness will ever undo what they've done, but none of it matters here, does it? None of it matters in the life she's chosen to live here with him.]

Guess you aren't really looking for the "I ran a bar for two years" sort of thing, are you? [She shakes her head and answers her own question before he even can.] We both know there's more...

[Because that would be the easy way out of this... but no, even Tifa thinks he deserves more than that, but it's all a matter of where to begin. But first...

She shifts in his lap, not moving very far, but only so that she can face him and look him in the eyes, because what she's about to say next is more important than any sunrise.]

Please don't think less of me for what I'm going to tell you...