[The way his ears flatten makes her heart break, and she hoped that he didn't blame himself for it.

Tifa kneels in front of him, head gently tilting to one side, and she offers him her best, most genuine and reassuring smile.]

You had no idea. Aerith didn't, either. You don't have to apologize.

[If anyone should be blamed, it should be whoever in this world thought to bring her back without her memories. Or perhaps it was no one's.

Her hand reaches out to pat against Red's side, and she stands.]

How about you tell me all about it over a few slices of meatloaf, yeah?