[The expression doesn't change on his face as he learns of the man's previous leadership. It doesn't really surprise him at all to see that he was on the mark in his estimation. He's seen it, too, in others — most brilliantly those Generals of the Black Orders so tirelessly pitted against the Akuma in an endless war of faith.]

Hm.

[It's hummed, almost too careless in light of that intensity.]

I see. That's what I was thinking, too, but I wasn't sure. [It's an effort to hide his hand as he feels Joyd stir restlessly within him, like a hungry animal that has scented a meal. Tyki partially turns to conceal the warp of his own smile.] I think I'll get along here in Zenith. Still, I'd like to speak to Yima myself at some point.

What's your name?