[Tifa's questions are loaded. Heavy. Enough so that Aerith's courage begins to wither. She doesn't really know how to explain it. Not in a way that anyone else would understand. It's been evident for most of their adventuring that she knows things she shouldn't know. Aerith doesn't play a forefront navigator, but she has an idea about how things will go. And perhaps in her own way, she shapes them.

She can only keep Tifa's eye contact for a bit before it drops.]

I don't know how to talk about this. I didn't want to talk about it with Balthier. Had to, anyway, because of what he... wanted of me. I still don't find it any easier to talk about now and I was hoping I wouldn't have to.

[She can't make Tifa promise her anything, but...]

I don't want to get into the details of it, mostly because I don't know them all. Not immediately. Maybe in time that will change.

[It's one thing to tell Balthier about a future that won't impact him. It's another to tell Tifa. She likely shouldn't be saying any of it. Gradually her gaze lifts again.]

When we go back to Midgar, I won't be able to stay with you and the others. I will for a while, but it won't last. That's all I can tell you about it.

[In the end, it's a very gentle way of putting it. She's doubts it's the right way to say it, but there isn't a right way.]

That doesn't seem like it should bear any responsibility on things here, but... it does. For me, it does. I cherish all of these moments. With you, with everyone else. I don't want them to end. They will anyway and I... just don't want to hurt anymore than I have to.