“What the hell,” Reno whispers, his lips curling into a snarl. “You’re with them now?!” He’d met you when you were both twelve, and you’d both worked hard to be recruited to the Turks, training side by side for years. You understood Reno better than anyone, and he thought the same could be said for him. And then, on the night before you would both become fully fledged Turks, you quit. Disappeared without a trace.

Standing across him like this, on the side of Avalanche, Reno wonders if he ever truly knew you. “You’re out of your damn mind,” he sneers, his truncheon crackling with lightning materia as he points it at you. “Guess I’ll have to beat some sense into ya.”