[The touch of his hand on her back and in her hair is comforting, and she shuts her eyes against it. She savours it, cherishes it, uses it to remind her that those struggles are over, and that they are why she is even here now... with him, waiting for the sunrise.]

You remembered...

[Of course he does. Of course he remembers every little thing she's ever told him about her. She isn't sure why she's so surprised by this.

Tifa looks back over her shoulder at him with a smile, as if to say I love you.]

It was all Shinra... [Her voice is steadier now, thanks to him, but that anger and that rage that has been simmering within her for five long years is still there at its edges.] They took my family, my home... My whole life. I lost it all because of them.

...

Anyway.

[She shakes her head. It's not exactly something she wants to rehash again. He's seen what happened to her and her hometown with his own eyes and talking about it only drudges up terrible memories.]

When I was working in Midgar, just before I bought the bar, I met some people. Some friends...

[And this is where she pauses, and she bites down on her lip. This is where it crosses the boundary into territory of things she's been too scared to tell him. To tell anyone.]

They called themselves Avalanche. They were an Anti-Shinra group. Wanted to protect the Planet. Take down the big bad power company that was sucking the mako right out of it.

[Tifa leans back against his chest.]

Could probably imagine what happened next.