She doesn't react, not even a flinch or glimpse of worry showing on her now cold face. Tifa remains still, holding out her arm while she waits for her childhood friend to reach her.

"Open your eyes. You wanted to be strong, didn't you?"

And still she waits, standing more like a fixture in the forest than a woman. If not for her speaking, she'd blend in with the trees as they stand stiff and still.

"Brush off your face, stand up."

Her eyes are only focused on Cloud, not looking to the other who have approached her. She recognizes a few of them, not bothering to address them or give any sort of care to their names. In a matter of moments it will no longer matter what bonds they may share. The absolute truth is upon them, and it is far too late for them to see with those clouded eyes just what the Calamity truly means.

"You're a man, aren't you? You won't be a hero looking like that."

He offered. Cloud wasn't here for opposition, but rather to lend a hand in order to see that her purpose was fulfilled. She shouldn't have doubted him, but there was still one last test of loyalty to be done.

"Help me.. Help me by making these fools see how blind they've been. We have to stop them from disrupting the ritual, at any cost."