"Within your clan? Not sure how you got a statement on loyalty out of what I said, but... I suppose? Sounds like we both did the dirty work, but let me guess, you worked for some noble or politician, well paid and supplied, and were kept to standards of honor or something like that. None of that for people like me... But enough about that, can talk about that shit another day, at least once you're settled in." Shaking her head and refocusing, Wiltrud watches Fujibayashi examine the vending machine, before her question comes, with a slight smirk being the master's only visible response. "Those things? They're something of a heirloom, apparently designed after an ancestor a long time back. Don't know much more than that, my family...has seen better times, to put it mildly. That aside, can't say I have much interest in being a hero or saint, or in humanity as a whole, but I do care about getting paid well and having a world to wake up into the next day. Both of those things are dependent on this job, that much I can believe from what I've seen."
Moving down the line, full of people waiting for a meal, she considers that. "Hm. I'll stick with Assassin, when not using your name. Fujibayashi, right? And no need to see yourself as obligated to me like that, I'm just the one who pushed a button, whoever or whatever revived you is one of those giving the orders around here, or so I suppose. All that's past what I'm being paid for."
A dry chuckle comes at Fuji's statement, Wiltrud then taking a few moments to think about her questions. "Most people listen less than someone might think until something gets their attention, as I'm sure you know already. And besides that, if it's not said to their face, those people might not even recognize you exist, much less pay any attention. Those people see us as tools that might take a salary, why would they? But don't misunderstand, I'm not out to change any cycles or grand stuff like that, just to fulfill the meaning and hist