Yet his mind continued to rage, even with his shoulders pinned like this, looked right in the eyes. Something about the word 'Madness' seemed to ring true for him, and listening to her now, he pressed his hands to his face and tried to make sense of something, anything at all. He saw the detective sink, could practically feel her sleeve between his fingers. But Tifa... Tifa was his partner. She wasn't- she wasn't lying, was she?

His thoughts stewed together in a slurry, and his body felt heavy when arms wound around his shoulders, tightened. Kanji felt a pain in his chest, some hopeful corner of his heart hoping that he hadn't messed things up, that maybe he was seeing things.

Tifa was warm, despite being soaked to the bone as he was. His arms finally had sensation in them, and one hand thrummed in pain from the cut. He didn't care as his limbs lifted from the stony floor and wound around the woman instead. With a shuddering breath, he pressed his face to the crook of her neck and let himself tremble a little.

"Every-... everybody's okay?"