Oh I'll be there's something you're missin', but let's just say that speaking it out loud in a crowded place will have us both carted off somewhere.

( Cid wonders if he can get the sentiment across without being too obvious before he laughs and claps Clive on the shoulder. He doesn't trust any of these factions, but right now Thorne is winning the shit tier race. )

I trust Thorne the same as I trust your mother. Nothin' to worry about.