Yuffie shook her head. "Nah, it was a Limit. It's nothin' fancy, especially not here, but it comes in handy." Oh, did it ever come in handy. She might not be able to work wonders with it, but she'd saved Sagara's life. A bit of tiredness and nausea was a small price to pay for something like that. "Tifa's materia… er, I think it's an Ice." Basic, but again, better than nothing. Things were looking up!

… In that respect, anyway.

No amount of materia would change the fact that they kept losing people. Who'd be next? It was—no. No. Yuffie kicked herself sharply in the ankle. What good were those kinds of thoughts? None. They were bad news, and they had no place in her life. Staying positive all the time was impossible, even for the best and the brightest, but stupid doubts… they had claws. Geostigma was gone, but the memories weren't.

"They don't get to go home. They're out there—here, y'know? In this world. They believe all the Institute's lies; they're living all the Institute's lies." Yuffie bit her lip, looking out across the cafeteria. "They come back to visit, sometimes. Sure, it's better than if they were dead, but…" She looked back at Zack, shrugging one shoulder helplessly. "I can't think of any wisecracks," she admitted.