He eyed her for a moment at that, trying to catch her eyes with him before he started to follow her out into the water. He hated talking to her back, hated feeling like there was a wall between them, that he had to tear apart with his fingernails before they could speak. But this was different, somehow. It was her back, there was still that wall, but she was speaking.

He'd take it, then.

"We... got somethin' to put back together, in Edge," he said, wading in a little deeper still, reaching for her arm. "Sure, there are hits. And we're still the Turks, zoto. But... we ain't Shinra's Turks. We're our own. We get to stop an' look at the jobs an' go, shit, I do that one, then I ain't gonna look at myself in the mirror for weeks. We don't wanna walk backwards no more, Rikku."