[She doesn't ask because there aren't any more details than what he's said. Tifa can put two and two together... she had been there, on that battlefield among the fires and the lightning that struck down around them, and she had seen him in the dream, cradling her body in his arms. Even if she'd wanted to press further, she's not sure she even wants to hear him explain something she can picture vividly in her head.

But now she can see it all again, and she leans forward to wrap her arm around him and to bury her face in his chest, to hide the mirrored pain in her eyes before she screws them shut, hidden against the front of his shirt.]

I had a feeling... [Her voice is muffled, frail, and arms tighten around him.] I'm right here... I always am.

[She doesn't think it will help much to hear it, if at all, but she feels the need to say it out loud and remind him anyway.]

They're just dreams. None of it is real. [There's a pause as Tifa gives a small shake of her head.] I'm sorry... I know this isn't helpful...