Tifa could certainly sympathize with that feeling. Ever since entering into this endless parade of worlds - battles - that weren't her own, there were times where it seemed that they were nothing more than pawns in a grand Game that no one could even begin to understand. And while their respective beliefs always placed focus on this omnipotent force or messiah guiding their steps through this life and these mysteriously new places, it was getting to be just too excessive. More times than she could count, it felt like it had been too much for Tifa.

But then, in the end, she had ended up surviving regardless.

"Maybe that's what this place is for." Sure, it wasn't exactly what Jill was asking for. Because they would always be thrown into a battle or situation that was far from being in their control. But in a place like this, between the fighting and the madness, it was as close to normal as they could ever hope to get. "To keep us from falling too deep into each crisis."

She can't speak much for Jill's circumstances, but for herself, it felt true. Each and every time it felt like Tifa was starting to tip over the edge of no return, it wouldn't be long before she found herself back here where things where safe; where the young girl had the space and time to find herself again, along with a few new memories to add to her growing collection.

"War doesn't exactly leave much room for control, even for those in charge." She adds in a scoff to go with her afterthought. "If there's any control to be had at all."