[There's a pressure behind her eyes that sharpens when Aerith grabs hold of her arm, and clamps down hard on the desire to jerk back instinctively, or worse. Don't cry, she thinks, and her expression shifts into something approaching normalcy. She won't cry — she's probably startled Aerith enough as-is.

But something is wrong. Tifa stares at this girl, the face she recognizes, and tries to make sense of what she's saying.] I know...I knew Zack, and I've lived in Midgar, but Aerith...you don't remember?

[She tilts her head.] It's me, Tifa. I'm a friend of yours, and Cloud. [...] You remember Cloud, right?