The idea of being a Turk is kind of laughable. Him, wearing that stiff-looking suit all the time? Cleaning up Shinra's messes? No thanks. He'd never considered them to be like mercenaries. Close to the end, he didn't know what to think of them. On one hand, they'd helped Hojo round up he and Cloud, so they could be locked away in the labs. On the other hand, Cissnei had looked the other way and helped them out. Not all Turks are the worst. Just... kinda feels like most of 'em.

He doesn't know what the Turks are like in Sephiroth's time, though, so he leaves it alone. "I'm not... not okay with it, if that makes sense." It barely feels like it could make sense. "I'm happy here, though. I've got people I love in this world. I don't mind taking my time."