[Is he? She isn't even sure, and that bothers her too.]

I don't know...

[Besides everything that had been on her mind since seeing him again in Midgar—the doubts, the fears—they had always been so in sync, in and out of battle. She knew Cloud better than anyone, and no one knew Tifa better than he did, but not knowing this? It hurts.]

Maybe he doesn't want to be found. I just thought... if he was here, he'd be with Aerith and Red, but...

[Neither of them knew where he was, and so Tifa just went on with her life while trying to piece together what to do or what she would say if she did see him, before she finally started to accept that maybe things were meant to be different here. And more and more, she's beginning to wonder how much of that is true as she feels Eustace's arms tighten around her.

Here is a friend who, for better or worse, has been through more with her than anyone else in this damn city. She should be asking herself why the hell she's still thinking about Cloud Strife and beating herself up for not going out to find him, but asking those questions means finding the answers, and she's not sure she's ready to know what those are just yet.]

Guess I just missed him more than I thought...

[There's a final sort of note in the way she says it. As if she's accepted just now that this is how things are going to be. Tifa should be okay with it, right? They're all grownups.]

And I guess... walking here after all that, and carrying you, got me thinking.