intraspective | Apartment Above the Boards, Thursday Afternoon

Ino hadn't wanted to... not bother Zack, exactly, but hadn't wanted to bring anything up that was too raw given everything, and then coupled with Tseng's visit (which had confused and intrigued her in about equal amounts, with an odd, unexpected dash of finding it comforting that he'd come--or, perhaps, comfortable was the better word?) well, Ino just hadn't wanted to step ungently.

There was a time and place for that.

But she and Reno really did need to get going, the trip Zack was going on with the school gave them time to get away more or less scot-free, and... before that happened, she didn't want to hold back Aerith's letters.

Tseng hadn't wanted to punish Aerith any further--well, Ino had never wanted to at all.

"Hey," she said, smiling as Zack came in after class. "What did you cover today?"

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting through notes from her shop, not having bothered to put on more than a tank-top and shorts on today, since she hadn't been out.

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puppy_fair

"I wasn't dead before," Zack noted, softly. "He knew that."

But he'd been as good as dead.

Tseng had known that, too.

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intraspective

"But you..."

Gods, Ino wasn't prepared for this conversation. Not even a little.

"You were as good as," she said, her throat tight, "and he had no idea if or when that'd go from good as to actually dead."

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puppy_fair

Zack went quiet at that, just pulling her more tightly into a hug, then. He wasn't sure anything could possibly come from his mouth that wouldn't make this moment worse, but he felt compelled to try.

"He had them looking for us," he muttered. "When we were running. He had the other Turks looking."

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intraspective

She closed her eyes, hands curling around his arms.

"I know."

That was soft.

"He had to, on orders of the President. But they... they didn't have orders to kill you." Ino huffed something that wasn't a laugh, but wasn't a sob either. Something tangled. "Well, they did, but they didn't."

It made sense, to the Turks.

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puppy_fair

"They did but they didn't? What does that even mean?" Zack blew out a ragged sigh. "The company wanted us dead or in custody again. But the Turks... didn't...?"

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intraspective

"Tseng wanted you safe," she said, very softly, the words coming out small. It still hurt, the way it had all happened, but what Tseng had intended--that she was clear on. "And the Turks... oh, yeah, we're... we're Shinra's dogs. But we're Turks first."

It was a line that was unspoken about most of the time.

"So if the President says one thing and the boss says another, the boss gets listened to. 'Sorry, Mr. President, they got away'. With the fact that the Turks were meant to help with that escape being not mentioned."

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puppy_fair

Zack looked down toward the floor at that.

"I didn't know."

That tore at his heart a little.

"Cissnei gave us her bike."

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intraspective

"I ain't, no one expected you to know," she said, tripping over the words. "I didn't know, 'till near the end, 'cause Tseng had no choice but to include me then. And for some of them, it weren't for you at all, it were 'cause the boss said so, so they did. Turks back Turks."

Ino brushed her fingers against his forearm.

"Cissnei did it for you, though. She missed you."

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puppy_fair

"I think she was the first one besides Tseng to realize who we were," Zack said, softly. "I ran into her on the beach the night we escaped. She had her orders. She didn't know until she found us that we were the..."

The samples.

"... The targets."

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intraspective

There was a pause in there, something that hurt, but she didn't know how to coax it out.

"Yeah," Ino said, "that's how the Turks work."

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puppy_fair

"Need-to-know basis," Zack murmured. "Cissnei didn't need to know."

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intraspective

"And... it weren't safe, even for the Turks to know," she said, resting her head against his chest. "The less everyone knew, the safer everyone was. 'Cept, Tseng had to know all of it, and I... well, I found out."

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puppy_fair

"Can't hold it against them, then," Zack replied, looking up at the ceiling. "They were just..."

Just doing the job.

He sighed.

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intraspective

"Yeah."

Ino wasn't... really sure what to say.

"I'm sorry."

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puppy_fair

"No," Zack said quietly. "It's..."

He stopped himself from saying it was fine. It still wasn't.

"It's... easier. Knowing they didn't know. It makes it feel less like a betrayal."

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intraspective

"It might never be fine, and I understand," she said, just as quietly. "But aside from Tseng, and maybe Reno, most of Turks didn't know hardly anythin'. Not 'bout who they were after, once you'd escaped."

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puppy_fair

Zack nodded in silence, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair, eyes still on the ceiling above them both.

"Do they know now?"

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intraspective

She closed her eyes, sighing into his movement.

"Some," she said, thinking about it. "Rosa's my partner, she knows now. Cissnei and Rude, Reno and Tseng all know. The others... what they know ain't likely the whole story, just bits and pieces."

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puppy_fair

"Because it isn't their job to know," Zack surmised.

He sighed.

"So... why do they think you've been here all this time?"

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intraspective

"They know I'm workin'," she said, shrugging a little. "I send them stupid mugs and silly selfies and that's all they really need to know. They know Reno's out here with me."

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puppy_fair

"So you're... on assignment together. On the island they already know is some kind of interdimensional thing."

Okay. That made sense enough.

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intraspective

"And given the number of Tsengs that have sent people to do just that on the island, it ain't even much of a stretch," she said, nodding. "And we still get called back if we're needed there."