Phantom Pains
Reno holds up his hand, flexes his fingers. Two of them broke once; an injury erased from existence ten minutes later by a Cure, as if it never happened.
One of those fingers once pushed a button.
He touches his clavicle, broken by Lockhart's fist; runs his fingers along the slash of a giant sword, over holes punched through him by a hail of bullets – nothing but ghosts in his head, now. He looks up at Midgar's jagged ruins.
Scars that aren't there, a city destined for destruction anyway. It should be easy to pretend it never happened.
If only.