[ The touch pulls Mitsuru out of her reverie. Her eyes shift from the table to Tifa's hand on her arm, and then to Tifa herself. ]
How can you be sure ...?
[ She'd heard the something underpinning Tifa's words a moment before, but she couldn't tell what it was - whether it was guilt, or concern, or uncertainty, or something else entirely.
[ Mitsuru didn't doubt that Tifa meant what she said, though, she just ...
[ She's searching for any sort of assurance she can find. Something to hold on to so she can steady herself and start to move past this fear that's been paralyzing her. ]
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How can you be sure ...?
[ She'd heard the something underpinning Tifa's words a moment before, but she couldn't tell what it was - whether it was guilt, or concern, or uncertainty, or something else entirely.
[ Mitsuru didn't doubt that Tifa meant what she said, though, she just ...
[ She's searching for any sort of assurance she can find. Something to hold on to so she can steady herself and start to move past this fear that's been paralyzing her. ]