"I would," he replied with a nod. At first he didn't know how, even in the face of a Madness Emitter, Tifa didn't let this stuff get to her. But with every mission together, evenings spent shooting the shit about nothing at all, laughing over stories told from their respective jobs he knew now. Tifa was such a strong person who'd faced so much more than he had, and the courage that could be born from so much strife was never anything to sneeze at.

He wanted to get better at this. When the Madness wasn't toying with his memories, amplifying his greatest fears, it made a game out of his anger. Kanji will never be a calm, cool, and collected individual, but maybe he needed to be a little more courageous. Maybe he could take a page from her book, and do more than just get people to understand him as he'd promised to himself. Maybe... he had to understand himself a little better still, and by doing so have a better control over his temper, or shut away any cracks in his demeanor that these waves would happily worm their way into.

"I'm gonna see about talkin' to the Shinigami-sama about Madness. The next Emitter's gonna go down with style!" And a firm nod, before they stopped short of the mirror, waiting as others stepped through.

"You go on through. ...y-...y'mind if I hang out here for a little bit?" He asked quietly, with a meaningful glance. He didn't have to say why, did he?