[Reno stops in his tracks, frozen with indecision. Should he keep going? Walk away and get on with his day like this is nothing? Like he won't be stewing on this for days-- months to come?

No.

He turns back around and walks right up to Ocelot, close as he can get without being downright invasive. There's venom on his tongue but he swallows it. Swallows every insult and every memory that could possibly be ammunition in favour of being as clear and succinct as he can possibly be. There's a lot he wants to say, but there are entirely different things he should've said a long time ago.]

I'm not getting on this merry-go-round with you again. I am too old and too tired to entertain you while you worm your way under my skin and needle me like I'm some toy you can wind up and let go at your heart's desire.

[He gestures widely, at all of Discedo and its festering disrepair.]

Either make yourself useful, or fuck off. I've had enough.