The contrast between Barret's hot blooded moments as an eco-terrorist and his tender moments with his daughter are some of the better parts of FF7R's character development. It beats Cloud, a guy with a personality crisis that has no personality, behaving like he's a husk on haloperidol. Tifa and Aerith seem like interchangeable people until a director said, "give one of them juicier tits". This is such a weird game to painstakingly analyze for these kinds of deficits.