[Tifa doesn't want to get into it all if she could avoid it, not wanting to sour the occasion with tragic stories of her past—or else they'll never find a happy moment—but...
She does take his hand and guides it up to her chest, beneath the hem of her robe to where her scar lies across her skin, the fear flickering clearly in her eyes as she looks to the fire, remembering that day as if it had only just happened.]
He's the one who gave me this.
[ ... ]
I haven't seen or talked to him, and I plan to keep it that way, but Aerith told me he was here.
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She does take his hand and guides it up to her chest, beneath the hem of her robe to where her scar lies across her skin, the fear flickering clearly in her eyes as she looks to the fire, remembering that day as if it had only just happened.]
He's the one who gave me this.
[ ... ]
I haven't seen or talked to him, and I plan to keep it that way, but Aerith told me he was here.