[It's hard for her to face in many ways, the last memories of him—or lack thereof—always still leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, but time heals all wounds, as they say. If he'd asked her this a year ago, she might not have been up to answer, but Tifa's since moved on, and is quite content with her life right now that talking about him doesn't feel so bad anymore.]
You said he's a little different from the Cloud I know...
[Slowly, she lowers herself to sit on the sand and invites him to join her.]
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You said he's a little different from the Cloud I know...
[Slowly, she lowers herself to sit on the sand and invites him to join her.]
What was he like?