It was probably ridiculous, but now Tifa was starting to feel bad that Vincent was feeling bad. She took his advice and sat down on the couch, listening to his explanation, but her eyes were somewhere on the floor.

Controlling him?

Then that was it - it wasn't Vincent's fault. She knew there was a reason! Her eyes flickered back up to him, wanting him to elaborate. "Special Counseling?"

She tried to push back the thought of what Vincent probably did to Cloud with the chainsaw. She'd seen that transformation before and...

She swallowed, waiting for him to go on.