@byulsa: " i never thought when we'd meet again it would be like this. are you really going to fight me, reiji ? " :))))
had he been granted a say, perhaps this situation would have played out much differently. perhaps he would not have to be the one employed for today’s so-called ‘cleanup duty’ — and perhaps he would not have to be the one to reckon with the only friend he had ever had.
but, as the circumstances grimly stand right now, the man brandishes his baton in a gloved hand before her. he hates the bitter taste in his tongue; the way a piece of his heart is a sharp shard in his gut. only time may dull its edges, though time is not something he has. “that’s not my name anymore.”
if tifa looked hard enough, she could make out something akin to anguish in his seafoam greens. it does not match the upwards tug of his lips. “just so we’re clear — this is nothin’ personal. i’ve always liked you, but...”
wrong — he has always loved her like his own.
so, how does this love allow him to inch toward her slowly, the baton charged in his hand? reno is more than happy to answer the question himself out loud. “—...it’s business.” and he, for his own sake, has learned to separate himself from his work. “you understand, right?”
