[Tifa is doing her best to ignore the voices. It's easier for her to tune them out when they're just random, anonymous screams, but every once in a while, one of those sobs will sound just a little too much like Marlene, or a cry will mimic Barret's voice too perfectly. She's trying to look unaffected, mostly because she doesn't want to make Royce worry—if he'd worry, but she's never had a great poker face, and she can't prevent every tense or flinch.
Usually, she'd be the one asking her companion if they're all right, but Royce seems utterly unconcerned, if a little grumpy. Tifa, for her part, is sitting on the other side of the table, trying and completely failing to focus on her tablet, but she gives up when he clicks his tongue.]
3!
Usually, she'd be the one asking her companion if they're all right, but Royce seems utterly unconcerned, if a little grumpy. Tifa, for her part, is sitting on the other side of the table, trying and completely failing to focus on her tablet, but she gives up when he clicks his tongue.]
I'm...
[There's no point in lying.]
I'll be fine. They're not real.
[She sounds absolutely unconvincing.]