[She wishes she could say something more reassuring than what she's about to say, but Mitsuru is right.]
If you do want to make it work, I think talking it through's the best thing for both of you.
[There's a sort of heaviness to her voice—guilt, perhaps?—and she swallows past it, sipping on her tea in the hopes of drowning it out. There's a pause before Tifa reaches across the table and wraps her fingers around Mitsuru's arm.]
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[She wishes she could say something more reassuring than what she's about to say, but Mitsuru is right.]
If you do want to make it work, I think talking it through's the best thing for both of you.
[There's a sort of heaviness to her voice—guilt, perhaps?—and she swallows past it, sipping on her tea in the hopes of drowning it out. There's a pause before Tifa reaches across the table and wraps her fingers around Mitsuru's arm.]
I promise you won't lose anyone, though.