That was appreciated. A lot. Because Reno would be having one hell of a time keeping himself from cracking if not for the fingers he was holding in his own.
Tseng's blood ran cold. Hojo. Turk cloning program. He flipped open his laptop and began typing furiously. "Hojo never had authorization --" he started, before biting it off. No point wasting words on obvious statements. Hojo never bothered with authorizations in his life.
"In Rede's reality, Hojo was still alive, I guess." Reno was going to press on, here, because if he didn't, he'd be curling up and freaking out for sending the kid back. Damn it damn it damn it anyhow. "We... so sure he's dead, here?"
"Positive," said Tseng, entering passwords he knew by heart and navigating what was left of ShinRa's classified database. "I'll be verifying that personally. Did the kid give any indication of the location or scope of this program?"
This would be easier if Hojo kept accurate records. Which was probably why he didn't.
"No clue where he was at. Rede didn't know, either. But it'd have to be someplace with the... resources for that kinda shit to go down, right? And somewhere that Turks who're actually gonna give a shit ain't gonna trip into?" Reno was talking pretty numbly, now. His lips were moving on his own and he was trying not to listen to what he was saying and he was pulling Rikku close and pressing his forehead into her hair. "He was... number 32, boss. Means there were at least 31 other kids before him, not just of me an' Rude, and fuck only knows how many after."
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Tseng's blood ran cold. Hojo. Turk cloning program. He flipped open his laptop and began typing furiously. "Hojo never had authorization --" he started, before biting it off. No point wasting words on obvious statements. Hojo never bothered with authorizations in his life.
"In Rede's reality, Hojo was still alive, I guess." Reno was going to press on, here, because if he didn't, he'd be curling up and freaking out for sending the kid back. Damn it damn it damn it anyhow. "We... so sure he's dead, here?"
"Positive," said Tseng, entering passwords he knew by heart and navigating what was left of ShinRa's classified database. "I'll be verifying that personally. Did the kid give any indication of the location or scope of this program?"
This would be easier if Hojo kept accurate records. Which was probably why he didn't.
"No clue where he was at. Rede didn't know, either. But it'd have to be someplace with the... resources for that kinda shit to go down, right? And somewhere that Turks who're actually gonna give a shit ain't gonna trip into?" Reno was talking pretty numbly, now. His lips were moving on his own and he was trying not to listen to what he was saying and he was pulling Rikku close and pressing his forehead into her hair. "He was... number 32, boss. Means there were at least 31 other kids before him, not just of me an' Rude, and fuck only knows how many after."