Sephiroth: No. You’ll ruin everything. You already have. Why the hell did you claw at your own arms? You killed yourself already, too. Then you broke the window. And when I was hot on the trail of your other half and actually on the way to fixing this damn problem, you demanded me back urgently because you’re too damn clingy for your own good. The answer is NO. Deal with it. *continues hauling her along, moving back for the island* You’re dead weight and useless right now. I don’t like it at all when you’re like this. You’re not you. You’re pathetic.
Tifa: *climbs out from behind the bar and stares at the scene before her. She quickly crumples to the floor and begins sobbing and shaking*