[That had been the answer that she was afraid of hearing, and her fingers squeeze around the glass so tight that she fears she might break it, so she gently sets it down instead.
Zack had confirmed it all, explained to her that Cloud had been there, but... there's so much that still doesn't add up, and it doesn't help that Tifa's own memories of the incident are foggy at best with so many holes, and all of this only pokes more. Everything she knew, or everything she thought she knew is crumbling right out from under her feet.
She wants to turn to him, look him straight in the eyes and deny it, but... as soon as she does, her throat suddenly runs dry, and the words get caught in her throat, and she needs to take another drink.]
... What exactly do you remember?
[Because now she's not sure if she's remembering things the way she thought she did.]
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Zack had confirmed it all, explained to her that Cloud had been there, but... there's so much that still doesn't add up, and it doesn't help that Tifa's own memories of the incident are foggy at best with so many holes, and all of this only pokes more. Everything she knew, or everything she thought she knew is crumbling right out from under her feet.
She wants to turn to him, look him straight in the eyes and deny it, but... as soon as she does, her throat suddenly runs dry, and the words get caught in her throat, and she needs to take another drink.]
... What exactly do you remember?
[Because now she's not sure if she's remembering things the way she thought she did.]