Vincent sat at the bar of New 7th Heaven, Tifa's Nibelheim branch.
"What do you want to do?" She asked him, cleaning glasses.
"I...don't know," Vincent said, staring at the glass in front of him.
"You need to decide for yourself, Vincent," She said, setting a glass down, "Don't worry about making us happy."
He frowned. None of them would give him a straight answer, just all of this 'do what you want to do' crap. How could he do what he wants when he doesn't know what he wants to do? Sometimes he missed the voice in his head. Chaos would always give him a straight answer. He was never in silence, never had time to really think. Now that he could, he didn't know what to do with his time.
"If you want my personal opinion, then do it," Tifa said finally.
Vincent looked up at her.
"I mean, I'm not the fondest of them, but they're obviously trying to change. And honestly, Vincent, I think it would be good for you. You'd be out, doing things, and it's something you've done before. They could learn a lot from you. Just...be easy when you tell Barret..."
She laughed, "Better yet, tell him over a phone call, for safety's sake,"
He smirked. Barret was the only one he hadn't asked, already knowing what his answer would be. Wait, there was one other he hadn't asked...
"Where's Yuffie?" He asked, noting the silence of the bar.
The sporadic ninja was absent from the bar, and no one had seen her in weeks.
"I'm guessing her father finally got her back to Wutai."
"I seriously doubt that."
They both turned to find Cloud coming through the door.
"Back already?" Tifa asked as he sat down by Vincent.
"Short trip," He said, pulling off his gloves.
Vincent stood. He looked up at Tifa.
"Thank you," He said, turning silently.
His cape flared out behind him as he slipped out the door of New 7th Heaven.
Tifa smiled. She knew she wouldn't be seeing much more of that cape.