[His question feels pointed, and Tifa visibly stiffens at his words. He means well, she knows, but she can't help but bite down on her lip—not because she's upset, but because he's right. She knows that she is, deep down, and she tries so hard to push it all away, and she wondered how it might resurface one day.

... She just never imagined it would be like that.]

I do.

[Her head bows and she wanders over to the nearest table to set the box down.]

I think it'll take some time for me to figure it all out. There's a lot to unpack, you know? I know my mom's never coming back, and that it was silly of me to try finding her, and all my memories of those couple of weeks are gone.

[Like who was there to save her when she had fallen... She thinks she knows the answer to that, but she wants to hear it from the man himself. Someday, perhaps, but not today.]

That's something I need to do myself... not through a dream, but... me.