Nida's named after his mother, then. Interesting. Seifer files that information away, silent while Nida talks. No comment on the tears, he does offer over a clean dish towel if it gets too bad. Onions. Yup. Have your moment, Nida, he'd been cold about the first. Not going to make the same mistake.

There are many nights where Seifer wonders if it wouldn't have been better if he'd died however his parents did. Or they threw him away somewhere else. However it was he ended up an orphan, he never should have gone to that orphanage. He understands.

"Surprised they did. Galbadia's not known for mercy." Though they also hadn't slaughtered Zone and Watts. The error isn't' without precedence. He nods slowly, heaving a long sigh through his nose. "I'm sorry. That you... I don't know why they're showing us these things. Dredging up the past, or future, or whatever the hell." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry." It's all he can really offer. Empty platitudes really aren't his thing, but he does genuinely regret that Nida's been forced to relive that. "You're not. Nida. You don't have to be Garden's drone anymore. Even if it hurts more out here." Seifer had never been very good at being the Garden drone. He understands how much it hurts.