[Hearing that, Tifa's hand darts up to her face to wipe the tear that streaks over her cheek, the dog laying against her whining when she fights back a sniffle. This is so much worse than she thought.

With the dogs surrounding them, Tifa looks down at them all, her free hand coming to rest on one of their heads.]

So, none of you can leave.

[Her eyes move up to look at the room around them, and to the spiral stairs leading to the upper floors, then to the door, the windows, and the sun that filters in through them, highlighting the specks dust that's accumulated and idly filling the air, waiting for someone to clean it. She'd blamed the dogs this whole time, but now she understands that it was never them to begin with.]

How long were they in here for? If time caught up to him and he just...

[Her voice falls quiet for a moment, not able to finish the thought. He hadn't died. He had just... withered away with no way to stop it and left his family behind.]

That must have been... a while...