That name. That name was always enough to catch Reno's attention, no matter what he might be doing. So many personal feelings were mixed up with that name, on top of the ones all associated with the destruction of the seat of civilization as they knew it. The feelings he had as Meteor struck; the ones when they had been 'friendly' here in the Tower; and most of all the ones lately, where no matter how he tried not to think of it, he kept drifting back to what Elena had told him in February. Not even married a month.
That was a familiar face standing there, someone who, if not entirely trusted, was at least not a threat. Reno turned away from the painting and took a few steps toward the man. Sector 7's remains hung just over Reno's shoulder, as if advertising his sins.
"Diamurid?" The hate and venom had surprised Reno, though. He hadn't known anyone else in the Tower aside from the Gaians that could spit that name with such emotional force. "What happened?"
Diarmuid looked like he could kill something, and Reno wasn't sure if he felt up to trying to comfort the guy or ease him off the back of the chocobo. If anything, he felt like a good spar himself, though he didn't think rolled up maps would really work as a weapon.
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That was a familiar face standing there, someone who, if not entirely trusted, was at least not a threat. Reno turned away from the painting and took a few steps toward the man. Sector 7's remains hung just over Reno's shoulder, as if advertising his sins.
"Diamurid?" The hate and venom had surprised Reno, though. He hadn't known anyone else in the Tower aside from the Gaians that could spit that name with such emotional force. "What happened?"
Diarmuid looked like he could kill something, and Reno wasn't sure if he felt up to trying to comfort the guy or ease him off the back of the chocobo. If anything, he felt like a good spar himself, though he didn't think rolled up maps would really work as a weapon.
"If Sephiroth's causin' trouble, you'd better tell me."