[She makes a small noise in protest, though it isn't much of one when it turns to a sigh when he bites on her lip. It's hard not to feel a little guilty still. She may have saved him this time, but she thinks back to all the others where she has needed him. She tries not to, given that she wants to accept his words, but that may never go away. That feeling of owing him so, so much will always stay with her...

If only because Eustace continues to give, even now, as he holds her here. This feeling of warmth and security, of feeling safe and wanted... it's more than she could ever ask of him, and he chose to give it anyway.]

I could say the same...

[Tifa mutters it gently into another kiss.

They're both here because of each other. They're both here, like this, thanks to each other. Two people whose hearts were vulnerable and closed off...]

Everything now... I owe it to you... I guess... we keep saving each other. That's what we do, isn't it?

[It is an acceptance of his words... in her own way. She doesn't say it, but she shows it in the way she kisses him and then looks him in the eyes.]