[She furrows her brow for a moment before continuing, then exhales as she looks squarely at her friend, holding Tifa's gaze with her own.]

A lot of things. Not everything, I don't think, that would be impossible, but...

[How much does Tifa know? She has to wonder.]

Tifa.

[Her voice is soft, uncharacteristically somber.]

If you knew exactly how and when you were going to meet your end, what would you do? Would you just accept it?

[They had made such a point to declare themselves free of Fate's shackles...]