That was better. More comfortable, despite the growling Fang. He shifted, lifting the hand that wasn't attached to the leash-wielding one up to the opposite shoulder, rubbing where the muscle had strained to keep his arm in its socket - the Fang ceasing his growl as soon as it happened. "Nah. Not about him, at least. Then again, we didn't have much time to talk about Rufus at all. But... last she likely remembers, Rufus had been accused of turning traitor, and we were all keeping him hostage while Shinra and Avalanche faced off - with each other AND us. So ... there's that against him."
The Fang entertained himself, sniffing around for the remaining scraps of meat - small crumbs of jerky that had broken off. "Plus, Cissnei didn't go through what we did. With Sephiroth, Meteor, Geostigma, and the Trio. She was never part of that solid team the Turks turned into after Tseng was named our leader. We're family as much as we're co-workers. We've fought together. Drank together. Bled together. You can't just snap your fingers and make a bond like that appear." He shook his head, then turned to arch a brow in the direction of his long-time partner.
"On the other hand... I thought she trusted us enough to put aside her suspicions of Rufus. At least enough to give him a chance. I told her he was a good leader. That he was a good fit for us now - and he is. I just hope she'll see that. That Rufus will prove it to her, somehow." The frown didn't fade, the look in his eyes visibly hurt. To have a friend and coworker not trust him was not something he was used to any longer. The Turks, the ones he knew and worked with for years, trusted each other without hesitation. They had to. Mistrust was a wrench in the cogs of a well-oiled machine.
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Date: 2010-09-19 06:20 pm (UTC)The Fang entertained himself, sniffing around for the remaining scraps of meat - small crumbs of jerky that had broken off. "Plus, Cissnei didn't go through what we did. With Sephiroth, Meteor, Geostigma, and the Trio. She was never part of that solid team the Turks turned into after Tseng was named our leader. We're family as much as we're co-workers. We've fought together. Drank together. Bled together. You can't just snap your fingers and make a bond like that appear." He shook his head, then turned to arch a brow in the direction of his long-time partner.
"On the other hand... I thought she trusted us enough to put aside her suspicions of Rufus. At least enough to give him a chance. I told her he was a good leader. That he was a good fit for us now - and he is. I just hope she'll see that. That Rufus will prove it to her, somehow." The frown didn't fade, the look in his eyes visibly hurt. To have a friend and coworker not trust him was not something he was used to any longer. The Turks, the ones he knew and worked with for years, trusted each other without hesitation. They had to. Mistrust was a wrench in the cogs of a well-oiled machine.