[He's just about to give up on getting any kind of answer that's worth a damn when Ocelot actually speaks. If he's looking for a chink in the armour then he's certainly found it - not that he had to look hard, Reno supposes. If he remembers this, then Ocelot surely must remember how it rattled him to his core. Bleeding out in some fucking alley on some other world for no goddamn reason at all. Indestructible Reno of the Turks who could stand up to anything except a sword in his gut.
He doesn't want to be here. Reno isn't sure he's ever had a clearer thought in his mind. He doesn't want to be here, and moreover he doesn't want to be here with him. He cycles through a lot of emotions - largely negative - eventually coming to settle on anger. It's comfortable. Familiar. Like an old friend come to take him by the arm and guide him through an uncharted labyrinth. His voice is grave and harsh; not threatening by any measure, but there's lava bubbling in his veins all the same.]
it's so beautiful
He doesn't want to be here. Reno isn't sure he's ever had a clearer thought in his mind. He doesn't want to be here, and moreover he doesn't want to be here with him. He cycles through a lot of emotions - largely negative - eventually coming to settle on anger. It's comfortable. Familiar. Like an old friend come to take him by the arm and guide him through an uncharted labyrinth. His voice is grave and harsh; not threatening by any measure, but there's lava bubbling in his veins all the same.]
So you remember.