Date: 2008-05-01 04:41 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Looking downward)
He'd be fine. If he told himself that enough, Reno would be fine. He took another deep breath, wriggled back into the pillows and pulled her tightly against his chest, and waited for Tseng to say something. Anything.

Tseng raised an eyebrow. This was what Reno had called for? There had to be something darker coming, but he couldn't resist commenting on the obvious. "Dare I ask how many you had?"

"Four, sir. Three daughters. And a... a clone, sir." It sounded like a swear word, saying it like that. He curled his lip a little and shut his eyes and he had to take another deep breath. Shit shit shit.

Now, he had Tseng's full attention. "A clone? Like the Genesis and Angeal copies?"

Reno winced at that.

"Nothin' so nasty, sir," he replied. And it was a quiet, tentative sort of reply. "He was a kid. Came complete with free will and a hate of broccoli. He was..." Spit it out spit it out spit it OUT, Reno. "Hojo made him. Some kinda Turk cloning program, sir. He was half me, half Rude. He was number 32." He paused for a moment. He hated leaving him as a number. "We named him Rede when we found him, zoto."
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