"We had to," she said quickly. "It's self-defense, it's his life or Hojo's, and are you sure this Hojo's dead? Can't we go kill him again and make sure? Can you call Tseng and ask him ... I don't know. To check records? Something? Anything?"

Her brain caught up to her ears, and she clasped her fingers around his. "Cissnei," she said, catching the subtle pronunciation shift. "She was a Turk? One of the ones ..."

He'd said Avalanche had taken out most of them, some dark summon, they never came home again.