Outside Room 429, Late Tuesday (After Radio)

[the_merriest]

Okay. So. She'd tried sleeping some, last night. Got some sleep. Not much.

He sounded like hell on the radio; she felt like hell, right about now.

So Rikku was going to sit, hugging her knees, by door 429.

(for he whose door was modded with permission. note: this conversation gets kinda serious, touching on his drinking issues, so viewer discretion is advised.)

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[raspberryturk]

She'd pulled a gun on Rufus and Tseng stopped it.

Which was... good. Because Rikku shooting at Shinra would be bad. Because it would mean no Rikku. Which was very not good. And.

And.

Wrong. All wrong. Last week had been perfect and they were going to go to homecoming together and there was talk about maybe Spira and chocobos and they were laughing at their stupid pets and and and and he just.

Couldn't.

Had to just. Talk. But there weren't words. So he.

His arms were around her and he was crumbling. Swore he wouldn't. Lied. Crying into her shoulder. Feeling like an idiot. Feeling dead.

[the_merriest]

She ... hadn't ... expected ... okay, she hadn't known what to expect, or if he'd yell at her or be angry or freak out and ...

She buried her face against his shirt and tried like hell not to start sobbing. "I'm sorry," she said. "I ... I'm ..."

[raspberryturk]

He was mumbling words, over and over again, and he wasn't entirely certain what they were because he was too busy trying not to break down entirely and he was failing. So he just gave in, and he cried, and while he was crying he could listen to himself, muttering again, "I'm sorry," and "I love you," and "so tired," and "Not goin' back, can't go back, I'm sorry."

He wasn't going to let go. Couldn't.

[the_merriest]

And now she was crying, because he was clinging to her and falling apart and ... and ... she couldn't breathe.

"Couldn't ... help it, it was, you were ... you were gone. You were gone, and and and he's evil and he was never going t-to ... h-he ... it sh-should've been him and I ... please don't ... i-i-if you hate me ..."

[raspberryturk]

That just meant that he was going to have to squeeze her more tightly, and make a pathetic, kind of sniffling attempt at choking back the sobs that were breaking through, and when the hell had he gotten so damn soft, anyhow? He was a Tu--

He was.

He...

"S'good you didn't. Means you're safe. And... And. S'just... S'you and... Yeah."

He hoped, hoped, hoped that she understood what he was trying to get at, this time. Wasn't about Rufus. Wasn't. Reno didn't give a shit about Rufus. Didn't have to, anymore. Man was standing, man was healthy, if Reno could be done with it, he would be.

Rikku meant so, so much more than that.

[the_merriest]

"We should ... inside," she managed, stepping back and wiping her face with her arm. "Not here. Inside. Talk? S-... something?"

Because she couldn't breathe, and couldn't stay standing, and her heart was breaking all over again, and she had thought it was just dead and ... inside? Please?

[raspberryturk]

"Inside," Reno agreed. Inside was good. Inside meant he wasn't making an idiot of himself in the hallway for anyone to see if they walked by. Inside was- key. He'd need that. Okay. Key got. Inside was.

That.

He opened the door and glanced at her, biting his lip a little. Maybe if he could pretend not to notice the stale smoke in the air, the emptied bottles, and the cigarette butts littered around the room, she wouldn't notice them, either.

"Inside?"

[the_merriest]

"Inside," she agreed. Noticing the smoky, dead taste. Noticing the empty bottles. Feeling her heart break more for them. Wondering if it would be rude to open the window, to let some fresh air in. Better just to sit down, on his bed, rubbing at her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to get her composure back together. "For ... I just ... didn't want him to ... get away with it. It's not fair. Nothing's ever fair. And I didn't do it, anyway, I don't know why I didn't, and I don't know why it bugs me that I wanted to, and I don't know why it bugs me that I ... when I woke up, you were gone. Off getting orders. And. We packed, 'cause ..."

[raspberryturk]

"Cause you couldn't stay forever, even if maybe I could'a been."

Reno nodded and shut his door behind him, glancing around the room, and then letting his eyes settle somewhere around his toes.

"I think you're better'n that. Than shootin' someone in cold blood like that. It's... It wouldn't be you, I don't think. S'what scares me. Not about Rufus. S'about you. Rufus can go fuck himself."

No. Really. He could. All he wanted. Reno didn't care, anymore.

[the_merriest]

"I wanted to," she said. Floor. Floors were good to stare at. "It's never gonna be him. Is it? He was faking that stupid wheelchair. Tseng and the blonde girl, they got messed up, and you and Rude, you ..." Couldn't say it. "So he'd just get himself more Turks. Was never going to be him. He'd never pay for it. Any of it. And he just stared at me like he thought it wasn't even all that interesting. Oh, hey, I was gonna shoot him? Huh. Tseng, take care of that. And Tseng did, because he's just his bitch. Not the President. Never the President. He'd let you die but ..."

Shit. Shit. Shit. No crying, Rikku.

[raspberryturk]

Ow. Ow. Ow. Reno was now making his way over to sit down beside her, to put an arm around her. To pull her close.

"You can't fake the stigma like that. Rips through you and tears you apart and pushes it outta you through your skin. I think he's just a cold enough bastard he's just stopped showin' it. When he's about to die, I mean. Tseng took care of it, 'cause it's his job. It's... what Turks do. Their job. Not 'cause of Rufus. Not 'cause of ShinRa. It's 'cause they're Turks."

He bit his lip and squeezed Rikku closer and he was just spitting out words, now, not trying to contradict anything. He was just... sorting. Maybe if he could say it like they saw it, she'd understand. She didn't have to agree.

"Tseng talked to Rufus. Before he talked to me. He's in the same place I am. Doesn't know where he stands with ShinRa. Maybe he quit, too. Worst thing a Turk can do for the company is to stop bein' a Turk. Without us, all Shinra has is his money. And the world hates him too much to let him buy it. That's why he needs us. S'why Tseng said no to him yesterday morning. 'Cause it'd leave ShinRa without its hands, yoto."

[the_merriest]

"I don't ..." She shook her head, pulling back enough that she could look at him. None of it made sense.

"Why not let me shoot him? If it didn't matter, and ... if he was going to quit, except not quit, and you didn't quit, so you're still ... you're not taking yourself away from him. You didn't quit. You're still ... loyal, and his, and you always have been, and ... I get that, I just hate it, because ..."

She bit her lip. "It's. You're. I know, it's who you are, it's what you are, it comes first. And second, and third, and then somewhere around eighth, that's me, and everything else you care about, and ... I'm ... it's too much."

[raspberryturk]

And when she had said that, all Reno could do was stare. Stare until his brain jump-started itself and his heart crawled back down out of his throat, where it had attempted to pull what was left of the ramen he'd had for lunch up to.

"You... really believe that?"

His tone was tired. Flat. Dead all over again. He couldn't cry, this time. All he could do was stand there and wonder what he'd done so wrong that she honestly thought she meant... damn near nothing to him.

[the_merriest]

Rikku shrugged. "It's ... who you are," she said softly. "It's what you are. You ..."

Tired. Empty. Hollow.

"You're a Turk. You're ... how many times have you said it? That you're nobody, you're nothing if you're not a Turk. That's ... all you think you are."

[raspberryturk]

And his heart was sinking, now. From his chest to his guts to his toes.

"It's... somethin' to be proud of, Rikku. First time I ever held up my head and said my name, it was this name. Wasn't that other kid, wasn't that nobody." He was so very interested, now, in whatever was on his floor. A bottle. Hey. "It's just... Joinin' the Turks was never about ShinRa. Rufus could'a died on Sunday and I'd still call myself a Turk. Still be damn proud of what I was and what it meant, even if there weren't no Turks left. I'm not gonna ever stop bein' one. It's who I am."

A long pause.

"But it ain't what I do. We do what we do, no matter what, because of what we are. But it ain't the same thing. We can stop doin' it and still be Turks. But we can't stop bein' Turks and still do it. Used to be, that was the only thing kept us goin'. We get it done. Why? 'Cause we're Turks, zoto. Now... Turks are still there. Yeah. But... That ain't what keeps me goin'."

[the_merriest]

"Your boss said ..." There was a wry smile, directed at the floor. "That. That's me. But you ... do you know how that sounds? For you to ... you're nothing without this. You choose this over everything. It's killing you, and you hate it, but it's still ..."

She made a frustrated noise. "I don't understand. If you don't care that he could've died, then why didn't Tseng let me kill him? If you hate him, why are you still working for him? I don't get it. I never have. I just ... hate your job. And it's gonna k- ... kill you, sooner or later, but that's what you want. No matter ... what it costs. And it's almost been me."

Might still be.

[raspberryturk]

"The mission was to keep Rufus safe," Reno said, simply. "Tseng kept him safe. S'what he does. S'what he is. And now Rufus is better, so maybe... the mission can change. Maybe we're always gonna be Turks, but maybe what Turks are can change, too, and we can just... change with it."

He shrugged, like that made all the sense in the world, to him.

"It isn't a job. I get paid for it, sure. But it isn't just a job. It's me. Me an' Turk. It's the same thing. And bein' me maybe doesn't have to kill me. Not anymore. I'm gonna be a Turk until I die. Even if I quit."

[the_merriest]

"Like being a Guardian?" she said. "Except ... it's different. We were ... we wanted to save the world. We had to keep Yunie alive, not because she was paying us, but because she was gonna ... no, you know, I didn't become a Guardian to help Yunie save the world. I didn't. Yunie said she needed me, so I had to keep her safe. Alive, as long as I could, even if the end was gonna be her death. Maybe I could talk her out of it. And she said ... even if I couldn't, if she was gonna die ... it could be on Gagazet, and it'd be all for nothing, or it could be against Sin, and she would've really done it, and if she had to die, couldn't I help her make sure it wasn't ... wasted?"

She had no idea why she was telling him this. She didn't mean to. It just seemed to spill out of her.

[raspberryturk]

Reno chewed on that for a moment. It all seemed so different, the motives, the mission, everything was ... better. Nobler. Something that he envied and was altogether terrified to try to reach for all at once.

But there was something else that he could touch on.

"Pride," he said, after a moment. "The pride's the same. I mean... I heard you before, bein' all upset at yourself because you were a guardian and this didn't go the way it was supposed to, and that ain't how it should be. And... I mean. I do the same thing. 'Cause I'm a Turk. And... Turks don't let that happen, and I should'a known better. And maybe it's not what you're doin' right now. I mean, the pilgrimage is over, right? But that don't change the fact that it's still there and it's still you, zoto. And losin' it would maybe be like... like cuttin' a piece of you away."

[the_merriest]

"Guardians ... protect," she said, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. "I shouldn't have pulled that gun on him. If he ... if he was standing right here, now, doing something evil? Hurting someone? Then I'd shoot and not blink. But ... he wasn't. I should be protecting. Not ... getting revenge, or lashing out."

She flushed. "I ... we went after Bahamut, and I should have been panicking, worrying about you, scared about the kids in the town center, and all I kept thinking ... was how alive I felt. Leaping off the rafters and slashing my Godhand and ... I felt like I was me again. Monster shows up, monster's going down. The end. That's ... that's what it means. You stand between whatever's dangerous and the rest of the world. The pilgrimage is over but ... I'm ... still a Guardian. I hope."

That was, really, what her tattoo meant, wasn't it?

[raspberryturk]

"You are." He shrugged, considered, for a moment, if pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with Rikku in the room was a bad idea. Decided against it. And then did it anyhow, maybe as an excuse to wander over, next, and crack the window. Over there, by the window, seemed to be a... safer sort of distance. "You ain't no less a guardian now than you were before, zoto. It's what you are, who you are. Sometimes, what you do don't match up just right. But that doesn't change the rush you get or the pride you feel, does it?"

[the_merriest]

"But it's not the same," she said. "Is it? You're ... I wanted to help people. I protect. You ... your job isn't ..."

She shook her head. "I don't understand. How you have pride in it, when it's ... you told me what they've made you do. What it means. I don't ... understand."

[raspberryturk]

"It was the difference between starvin' to death in the slums, and bein' considered a person and talked to by name. Even if it was just by them."

He shrugged. "Yeah. It's different. Means somethin' that you don't even wanna try to understand. Trust me on that. But they gave me the sky, Rikku. The Turks did that. Tseng and Verdot and the rest of 'em. Not ShinRa. Turks."

[the_merriest]

"Kinda like ..." Rikku bit her lip. "I never had friends before, who weren't Al Bhed. I've been called awful things. It's not the same, just ..."

Just that nobody had called her a grease-monkey in months.

She shook her head again. "It's ... not the same, at all. But. But being a person and not being ... that, it's ... that part, I think maybe I do get."

They'd never starved, at home, never let the Yevonites take their pride, but ... she still wore the goggles around her neck. Two years. Maybe she always would.

[raspberryturk]

"They're my family," he said, though he'd usually refused to use that word. Was his job. Was what he did. Because he was a Turk. And now it was... "I'm not loyal to Rufus. Signed my contract to his old man, who happens to be dead, and his old man's company, which happens to be just as dead. But the Turks? Tseng and Rude and even the Rookie?"

He shrugged, took a deep inhale from that cigarette of his, and then snubbed what was left of it on the sill. Most of it. He didn't care.

"Family, Rikku. And they're important to me. But they sure as hell don't take up slots one through eight."