Oh. He's not leaving? Seifer raises an eyebrow, settling back into the instructions for his cooking. Has to make this a nice meal for Nida, it's important to him.

"Speaking of should you be standin' on it?" Okay yes he's redirecting a bit, habit. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. It's a good point, sure, but still...

"Even you admit there are pieces left. You're fighting with them now. So how can you justify trusting me after what I've done?" He turned on them and tried to kill them all. That's a little worse than just being the good soldier they made him into.

"...It wasn't personal you know." He grumbles as an afterthought. His being a dick. He'd been a dick to everyone. After a while it was the only way he could assert some kind of control over his own life.