Tifa shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with being selfish in of itself." She commented. "It's wrong when you don't express it correctly." She attempted to explain. Like she was to talk. It seemed so long ago, but Aerith still had a very firm hold on Cloud's mind. Cloud's guilt regarding Aerith's death... it was something Tifa couldn't compete with at all. And she didn't want to. Aerith was her friend, too, and... Tifa could only imagine that Aerith would have felt some jealousy against Tifa as well, Tifa being the one who was staying with Cloud and living with him.

The brunette wasn't the best at expressing herself, either; if she had been better at it, perhaps the entire Jenova War could have been avoided if she simply spoke up earlier. ... or, at least, Aerith wouldn't have had to die. Maybe. But Tifa knew that was in the past. What was important was pushing onward toward the future.

"I wish I had an outlet like that, myself."