[She wants to make the effort to reach out and open her heart up to him, but it's hard when she never has, and instead has kept this all bottled up for months now. She's never spoken with anyone about the events of that night before Eustace, nor has she had to relive those memories. It's been so long for her since it happened and yet, they're still fresh in her mind as if it were only yesterday that she felt the heat of the flames on her skin, and the rumble of the ground beneath her feet as a whole sector of Midgar fell, and she watched it...

Like yesterday since she stood in front of Seventh Heaven, or what was left of it...

With another strained noise—a cross between a sob and a dry, sad laugh, she lifts her hand to his face.]

It wasn't all bad, you know... There were some good moments in between...

[The memories that she'd rather cherish, and the ones that she does. She holds onto them like a lifeline, and Tifa doesn't want him to think that she sees her life as a series of struggles. She has gone through her fair share of them yes, but the most important pieces of it all are the ones that lifted her up when she fell.]

I met a lot of good people. I made friends... I wouldn't have made it this far without them.