Reno doesn't regret much. Even with a bomb gripped tightly in his hand, he won't say that he's sorry for anything that he's done. If he thinks about it too much, which he usually doesn't (partly for sanity's sake, partly because he really can't be bothered by memories of a life left behind), he might begin to feel regret. But only sinners waste time asking for forgiveness. Reno doesn't want to be forgiven. He's smart enough to know that he hasn't always made the right decision but he has resolved to live with himself a long time ago.

This isn't some be all moment. You won't find him running though his personal history like it's something to get weepy eyed over. Things happened and now he's here. Fuck the middle. There is only the breeze hitting the side of his face and the metal of the bomb making his fingers delightfully warm.

His looks toward the bomb. Shinra's finest, indeed. It looks good next to the blue of his jacket. He remembers putting on the uniform for the first time. He hated that it made him feel like someone. But damn, it felt good.

"Snazzy." He said, pulling at the end of his sleeve.

"It better be," Reno doesn't remember who said it, "because you'll be paying for it with your soul."

"I'll worry about that later," Reno said, smirking. He's smirking now, too.

This doesn't mean anything. It's not some do-goodie final act that will cleanse him of his sins. He isn't doing this to make amends. If he wanted to make peace with God, he would have pulled the trigger on himself a long time ago.

The sound of motorcycles is getting closer. Only a few more minutes. His fingers are as steady as they were when he dropped the plate on sector 7.

Cloud locks eyes with him as he passes. It's only for a second and then it's gone. Cloud probably half expected them to blow him up, too. The little bastard still doesn't get why they are doing this.

Reno wouldn't answer him if he could. For a man who can't keep his mouth shut, Reno's surprisingly quiet when it comes to answering questions. He could answer why there are scars or his cheeks or why he insists on growing his hair out. There is always a willing listener but these are the few moments he decides to stay quiet.

Three people know the answers to those questions. One of them instructed Reno and Rude to do away with these little whelps. The other is recovering whatever the brothers put him through. The third is standing besides Reno, putting everything on the line. No, this has nothing to do with salvation. This has everything to do with being a Turk.

Reno detonates the bomb and he's still not worried about his soul.

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This is my first story for Final Fantasy and I have to admit, I'm not too familiar with the game. :x I just became overly interested in Reno's character and decided to give him a go. My knowledge comes from Advent Children and from things I've read on the interenet so if he is slightly off, well, maybe I should have done some more research.