Reno's eyes widened slightly at that, and it felt as though those words had knocked the breath clean out of him.

Not them? He'd been them ever since she'd learned about who he worked for. He'd been them ever since she'd learned about Sector Seven. He was the stooge, the minion, ShinRa's lapdog, a murderer with too much blood on his hands, and if he breathed a word about it in her presence then he risked getting blood all over her, too. That's how it was. How it had been.

And now he wasn't them anymore, and this was almost like... permission somehow, to be what he really was.

"I'm not them," he agreed, his arms around her like he was never going to let go. "I'm a Turk, zoto."

He could breathe.