[ Cissnei's famil- oh. Oh. She had mentioned being raised within... Thinking about that makes his stomach turn though. Because while Cissnei had been on his side of things in the end, that hadn't accounted for anyone else. And no matter what good Tseng had demonstrated back then, five years can do a lot to someone. Can change a person. And the Turks, well. The Turks were definitely ones to follow orders without question, too. That's what had made them so dangerous in the first place, after all.

But it feels too callous to tell Zell that. Not when he seems to have so much faith in them. There's already far too much doom and gloom around here, so instead he just nods a little with a noncommittal hum. Nods and then nods again, this time murmuring out a: ] Yeah... That's the plan. Being a mercenary, helping the right causes... No strings attached. No one giving me orders I don't like. Doesn't sound like a bad gig, does it?