Reno shut his eyes and pulled in a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette. He let it sit heavy in his lungs for a moment. Toxic and stinging and comforting. Like Midgar air. Homey.

"Pickin' up the pieces here has been hell," he said, his words a hiss of smoke and regret. "But at least if things go the way we went, we know there'll be pieces to pick up. What's left... that ain't worth gamblin' over."