[Tifa waits, the smile that's sat across her expression now fading with every passing moment, while Aerith tries to find the right words to express what she saw. And then, she hears Jessie's name, and the pit of her stomach drops.]

Oh... [is all she says at first, finding her knees suddenly weakened under her weight, and she drops down on the bed, gaze turned down to her hands clasping together.] You saw that, huh?

[Not exactly what she was expecting, especially when she had seen Cloud on stage through Aerith's eyes, but... it's probably better that she holds off on that for now.

She remembers every last word of that moment, while Jessie lay in Cloud's arms. Her whole world had turned blurry through tears, and the sounds of gunshots and explosions turning to nothing but muffled background noise in her head. "Tifa's crying," she'd pointed out, and when she tried to speak, she could only sob. She can easily recall the distraught look on her face at that, thinking that she'd done something wrong. She had. She did. She was reckless.]

Jessie is... [A friend. Family.] We lost her that night.

[Her head finally lifts to look up at Aerith.]

After I left you and Wedge, Cloud and I found her buried underneath pieces of the tower. I don't know how it happened, but by the time we got to her, it was too late.

[ ... ]

I'm sorry you had to see that, Aerith.