He looks horrified at the sight of the scar, going even paler than he was already. A wave of guilt sweeps over him and he can't meet her eyes as she leans up next to him and checks him out.

"I'm - "

He starts to answer her question, but he can't bring himself to follow through. That scar, he knows, is more or less his fault. If he hadn't gone and done something dumb and gotten himself nearly murdered, he wouldn't have needed anyone to intervene, and Yuffie wouldn't have had her side sliced open like that. Bad enough that his idiocy had gotten him hurt without dragging Yuffie into it too. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

His joints unlock enough for him to wrap his arms around himself, finally.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly.