And those were the ones you trained to fight against...

[Tifa nods too, and she picks up a rose petal to turn it over between her fingers, thinking back to what he'd told her.

How he had joined that group when he was only nine years old, after his home had been destroyed in some sort of strange societal experiment... It was messed up and reminded her too much of the demise of her own home that the thought once again lodges a breath in her chest.]

You said you were able to get them back for what they did before coming here, I remember. How'd that go?