"I suppose they thought that the most notable targets would garner the most attention to them," Ami assessed, adding a few more handfuls of berries. She examined another, then passed it over; it was perilously ripe already. Practically rotten. "Like shooting a flaming arrow at a powder keg."

The mention of Shisui made her blink and pause. She still hadn't learned how to sense others, but she trusted Sephiroth's skills and her own teacher's protective impulses. "I don't think so," she mulled. "We've addressed that concern already." It had been surprising, how distraught he had seemed over the thought of her finding a new instructor. "Besides, I can't defect. It's a waste of my time, during this point in my career."

Ah, yes, there was that special Ami-brand of reassurance.