[She lets his arm down carefully the second she notices him wince. Stretching is good, but there always is a limit, and she doesn't want to push him past it. She'll help him get back into his sling too, sliding it up and securing it over his shoulders once his arm is back in place before she allows herself to get more comfortable on the couch, slumping against the back of it and giving her legs a small stretch.]
You don't think something happened to make him this way though?
[For a fleeting moment, Tifa thinks back to Sephiroth—how he was once a revered war hero all across Gaia, and how... something had turned him into the monster that he is. Or had he always been that way? She'd like to think not, but her faith in humanity has wavered on more than one occasion.]
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You don't think something happened to make him this way though?
[For a fleeting moment, Tifa thinks back to Sephiroth—how he was once a revered war hero all across Gaia, and how... something had turned him into the monster that he is. Or had he always been that way? She'd like to think not, but her faith in humanity has wavered on more than one occasion.]