We would have found a way. Tseng would have found a way.
[Even if the letters had been the catalyst, Cissnei knows Tseng wouldn't have sent his Turks out on the mission he had unless he'd thought about the next steps, the way forward once Zack and Cloud had been safely in Turk custody. Tseng isn't the type to act on impulse, she knows that, and she has faith enough in him to trust that things would have worked out somehow.
But it's understandable Zack doesn't see it that way. She knows it is, knows that Shinra as a corporation overshadows the wills and intentions of the individual departments and especially from the perspective of someone so readily cast out by the company.
By the executives. But she doubts he wants to hear about the Turks' troubles now.
She shakes her head, turning back to the search in a clumsy move towards moving past the conversation. She shouldn't have snapped, shouldn't have let the façade slip, and there's no sense in making things any more awkward.]
It's fine. I'm sure it won't come to that, anyway.
[Even with half the chairs she's seen so far used as a barricade, she's sure there must be a sofa or chair or something she can curl up on; she's only small, after all, and she's suffered much worse discomfort in her time.]
All the feelings ;;
[Even if the letters had been the catalyst, Cissnei knows Tseng wouldn't have sent his Turks out on the mission he had unless he'd thought about the next steps, the way forward once Zack and Cloud had been safely in Turk custody. Tseng isn't the type to act on impulse, she knows that, and she has faith enough in him to trust that things would have worked out somehow.
But it's understandable Zack doesn't see it that way. She knows it is, knows that Shinra as a corporation overshadows the wills and intentions of the individual departments and especially from the perspective of someone so readily cast out by the company.
By the executives. But she doubts he wants to hear about the Turks' troubles now.
She shakes her head, turning back to the search in a clumsy move towards moving past the conversation. She shouldn't have snapped, shouldn't have let the façade slip, and there's no sense in making things any more awkward.]
It's fine. I'm sure it won't come to that, anyway.
[Even with half the chairs she's seen so far used as a barricade, she's sure there must be a sofa or chair or something she can curl up on; she's only small, after all, and she's suffered much worse discomfort in her time.]