#11
"I suppose I should cry." Rufus paced around the desk where his father was impaled on Sephiroth's Masamune with a frown. "But I can't say that I'm sorry he's dead."
He looked up at the five gathered in the room with him.
Tseng. Always the loyal and protective one. The man was more of a father than his own father. If he would cry over any of this, Tseng would be the only one present that he'd allow to see it.
Palmer. The sniveling, round, little man that annoyed him just by his presence to the point that Rufus didn't even want to hear anything he had planned.
Scarlet. The woman was a wonder with weapons, and had an exceptional intelligence. Perhaps that was why Rufus was still tempted to fire her over the time she tried to worm her way into his favor with...a favor. She was such a waste some times.
Heidegger. Rufus often wondered how the man got to be in charge of the Shinra military. He did have his moments of military genius, but they were few and far between. Not to mention that poisonous look that Rufus would catch from him once in a while when Heidegger thought he wasn't looking.
And finally Hojo. The man gave him the creeps. The thought of whatever he might be doing down in that lab of his gave him nightmares for days if he'd think about it. His father claimed it was necessary, but Rufus would have rather shut that whole floor down from the little he did know about it.
He looked back to Tseng. "Make sure that Dark Nation is laid to rest near Kalm. He loved to run in the fields out there, so it's only fitting. I'm going to see Reno."
A slight nod and a bow was the only response he received from Tseng before he shoved his way through the others.