The delays were beginning to try Marluxia's patience, if only because he wanted (he wouldn't dare say "needed") to know what she was getting at. But when she finally told him, the Graceful Asassin's expression shifted to a faintly amused smirk.

Did he trust her? Of course not. Just as she didn't trust him. But sacrifices needed to be made and he could always come up with another plan. "Surely you remember out friends in the so-called 'Resistance?'" he began. "There is a saying: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' Though I assume the term 'friend' is used very loosely. While it seems whispers of this Resistance have quieted significantly for now, I have no doubt that the resources to continue one are easy to find. All I need to do is spread information of their various... misdeeds and thus sew the seeds of hate and rebellion."

He had already guided them toward the ultimate target, all they needed was the drive to reach it.