"They're my family," he said, though he'd usually refused to use that word. Was his job. Was what he did. Because he was a Turk. And now it was... "I'm not loyal to Rufus. Signed my contract to his old man, who happens to be dead, and his old man's company, which happens to be just as dead. But the Turks? Tseng and Rude and even the Rookie?"
He shrugged, took a deep inhale from that cigarette of his, and then snubbed what was left of it on the sill. Most of it. He didn't care.
"Family, Rikku. And they're important to me. But they sure as hell don't take up slots one through eight."
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Date: 2008-10-09 06:07 pm (UTC)He shrugged, took a deep inhale from that cigarette of his, and then snubbed what was left of it on the sill. Most of it. He didn't care.
"Family, Rikku. And they're important to me. But they sure as hell don't take up slots one through eight."