[He opens up a little, and she lets her gaze fall to Clover's ears when they twitch as she relaxes again, but even in the dark, she can catch that smile of his. She only has the smallest fragments of what happened to him long ago, and while she can piece some of them together, she can't assume the entire story. So, when he says that he can relate to Clover...
A strange, burning feeling rises in her chest.
An orphan who lost her home, her family... She hasn't realized it up until now, but there are three kindred spirits laying in this bed right now.]
It's not worth nothing.
[Her voice is gently prodding but understanding. Tifa isn't ready to share her story yet, so she would understand why he wouldn't if he didn't feel like talking, but saying that it isn't worth hearing is an outright lie.]
Maybe it'll help.
[Both him and Clover... Maybe if Clover knows she isn't alone in her struggles, she'll feel a little more at ease.]
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A strange, burning feeling rises in her chest.
An orphan who lost her home, her family... She hasn't realized it up until now, but there are three kindred spirits laying in this bed right now.]
It's not worth nothing.
[Her voice is gently prodding but understanding. Tifa isn't ready to share her story yet, so she would understand why he wouldn't if he didn't feel like talking, but saying that it isn't worth hearing is an outright lie.]
Maybe it'll help.
[Both him and Clover... Maybe if Clover knows she isn't alone in her struggles, she'll feel a little more at ease.]