He watched her for a moment, and then gave his shoulders a shrug, looking back toward the curb.
"Too much of them ruins are my fault," he offered. "I bet nobody spared any breath tonight to let you know all about that, too. Midgar was home, an' Edge never will be, but here I'm tryin' to make up for what people are feelin' out there, and they got every reason not to want it from me."
He plucked his cigarette from his mouth, eyed it for a moment, and then flicked what was left to the road before reaching into his pocket to dig out another.
"I wish that," he nodded toward the ruins, "would just fuckin' collapse the rest of the way."
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"Too much of them ruins are my fault," he offered. "I bet nobody spared any breath tonight to let you know all about that, too. Midgar was home, an' Edge never will be, but here I'm tryin' to make up for what people are feelin' out there, and they got every reason not to want it from me."
He plucked his cigarette from his mouth, eyed it for a moment, and then flicked what was left to the road before reaching into his pocket to dig out another.
"I wish that," he nodded toward the ruins, "would just fuckin' collapse the rest of the way."