When asked about his name Cyrus sighed with contemplation. Truth be told, he didn't come to Twilight Town with any intentions of boasting or boosting his already controversial reputation. But in his brief bout against Arthal he did indeed reference the name of the Reaper. Well, his identity would have become known sooner or later, so it made little difference. Still, he offered the elven woman a response, "That name is one that is born of the war, and it will die with it just the same. So instead I offer my true name... Cyrus."

He recalled her other question regarding the citizen and answered plainly, "The man was unharmed, though I can't say the same for his ice cream stand. As for the "thugs", I was perhaps too harsh with my choice of words. They are Keyblade Wielders, but not like us. To put it simply, they are mercenaries, likely here hoping one of us will hire them."

And then Arthal, his earlier elven opponent, finally spoke his name. It was not a name Cyrus was familiar with, and then Arthal confirmed why when he implied that his knowledge of the war was mostly second-hand, taught to him by his old master. He further elaborated that his plan for ending the war was for this group to be the one that finally forged the fabled X-blade. Interesting, considering that this was once Cyrus's own plan not too long ago. Obviously he failed, else none of them would be here now. Still, perhaps a team stood a better chance of succeeding than a lone soldier? Either way, for Ren's sake, it was a long shot that Cyrus was more than willing to take.

With no hesitation, Cyrus was the first to touch his blade to Arthal's. Specifically, he did so with Trusted Heart, Ren's Keyblade. This way, it would feel like he and Ren both were pledging their loyalty to the cause, "For the good of all." he repeated. He thought about telling them of his own failed attempt at this plan, but decided against it. The last thing they needed was his story of failure and regret bringing them down. But even as he held up his blade in agreement, his heart was still very much closed, still impossible to reach and arguably even more guarded than ever. Trust was just not something he ever truly learned, especially not for the kind of man the war had forced him to become.