22. Mother Nature.
Reno was sitting in the middle of sector five, covered yet again in filth. He was waiting for his ride from headquarters, smoking his last cigarette. He looked around, noticing small things, signs of life.
Right in front of him, a small green weed poked between the cracks, rooted in generations of filth. A jaunty yellow bloom on top defied the stark drabness of the sectors.
He smiled, dropping a few drops of water on it. The plant seemed to shudder in pleasure, the bloom turning towards him.
Mother nature sure had a lot to say, Reno thought. She'd been tearing Midgar down for generations. Ivy, grasses, and all manner of hardy plant life had decimated the city right under peoples noses.
Mother nature: 1, Midgar: 0