[Tifa lifts her head, finally, although she looks up at the ceiling instead of at him, because her vision is blurring and the guilt is crushing. Not just for killing them, but for breaking down like this. It feels unfair that she's being so weak in front of him, that he's the one trying to get her to calm down when he was the victim in all this.]

Why not? Royce can't even— He can't... He ran from me, and you shouldn't...

[She's half hysterical, she knows, but now that she's talking she can't stop.]

You shouldn't have to look at us after what we did. You... You don't have to make yourself.