[Tifa is very silent, her gaze fixed on the toes of her boots and her hands clasped behind her back. She doesn't know how to respond to him, not really. She's spent the last few years telling herself she was doing everything she did for the good of the planet, to stop ShinRa and save everyone else, but... somewhere, deep down, she's starting to realize that isn't true. At least, not completely.
Tifa wishes she were better. She wishes she could figure out a way to fix things and protect the people she loves without hatred and grief miring her down. She just... can't.]
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Tifa wishes she were better. She wishes she could figure out a way to fix things and protect the people she loves without hatred and grief miring her down. She just... can't.]
I'm sorry, Sora.