Room 429, Monday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to sit on his bed and eye his cellphone. Dojima was right, really. If he couldn't understand the concept of giving people time, he should at least call Rude and tell him that he wasn't five anymore, and all reports for the time being would be typed up in a semi-sane manner.

And that would be why he was eying his phone.

He wasn't, however, reaching for it.

It was just fine where it was sitting. He could call Rude up any time, take the heat for getting him in crap with Tseng or whatever, and maybe he'd have things sorted out a little better by then. There were, after all, a lot of things to sort through.

Yeah. Yeah, he didn't have to pick up the phone after all. Save Rude the trouble. The big guy would appreciate it later.

[ooc: The door is open a crack, and the post is totally open for invasion from random persons. Oooooo.]

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[the_merriest]

"That always kinda goes bad," she said. "The talking-thing. When we do it, lately."

She jammed her hands into her pockets. See, now they matched.

"I'm not ... judging you. Am I?"

[raspberryturk]

"Judging me?" He looked confused for a moment, then gave a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't think so, zoto. It's a lot to swallow, or somethin'. You need space, I'm good with that, that doesn't mean you're... judging. Right?"

He didn't feel entirely sure, himself. But would she actually have to ask, if she was?

[the_merriest]

"I don't hate you," she said, shaking her head. She frowned. "And I don't hate them, either. The Guado. I don't hate. If I let myself hate them, I'm just doing what they did to us. Next time it'll be Guadosalam. Someone has to stop it, and if I don't, no one will."

There was an oddly bitter note, lurking there.

[raspberryturk]

"You don't have to act on somethin' to hate it. And you don't have to hate somethin' to act on it. And you don't have to do either, to judge someone, zoto."

He took a step backward and leaned in the doorway again.

"If you gotta feel somethin', I don't think tellin' yourself not to is gonna help."

Feel it. Try for ten minutes. If you can't handle ten, try five, or one.

"All things considered, even if you're not judgin' now, you have every right to let yourself feel it, Rikku."

[the_merriest]

"If I hate them --" Rikku folded her arms, nearly angry. "You don't get it. They thought we were nothing. Just stupid heathens. Worthless. It didn't matter what anyone did to us, because we were just the Al Bhed. Everything was our fault. If I hate them, then I start doing that, too. It's too easy. I'll believe anything someone tells me about them. I can't do that any more. We can't do that any more. I don't get to hate them, or you. Not if I ever want things to change."

[raspberryturk]

"You don't get to? You don't get to hate me, Rikku? Are you listening to you? It's not like I'm an entire group of people, here. I'm one guy, and I did bad shit and lied to you about it, and you're saying you don't get to hate me. Like you would if you could but someone's told you not to."

He stuck his other hand into his pocket.

"Which is it, Rikku? You don't want to hate me, because you just don't feel up for it, or you don't get to hate me, because you're not lettin' yourself. Because there's a difference, zoto."

[the_merriest]

"I told me not too!" There was the foot-stomping again. "I don't hate! It'd be way too easy to just ... give in and go, they did bad things because they're horrible freaking people and I hate them! They're trying to leave Guadosalam, they can't handle the guilt of what they did, and I don't get to go good! You should feel guilty! My friends are dead! My family's dead! Feel bad about it, dammit! Don't expect me to tell you --"

She squeezed her eyes shut. "Never mind."

[raspberryturk]

He shook his head and pushed away from the doorframe again.

"It's okay to keep talking, Rikku. I mean, get it off your chest, or somethin'. If it means yellin, or puttin' blame on someone, or even hating..." He shrugged. "You don't gotta keep hating. But if you keep tryin' to swallow it, that don't help, either, yo."

[the_merriest]

"What would you know about it?" she said, eyes blazing suddenly. "Have you ever tried? I'll be the better person. I'll apologize, when Wakka calls me a heathen. I'll be polite, when my kind isn't welcome in the temple. I'll smile and be fucking nice because if I'm hateful and angry then they get to justify all their stupid petty-minded prejudices. Those Al Bhed are just bad-tempered! All I did was call her a grease-monkey and she went off on me! You can't trust those people."

[raspberryturk]

"It's not like nobody ever gave me reason to hate 'em before, Rikku. Real reason to make fists with my hands and wanna go out there and hurt people, because they deserved it, not because of who they were." Reno took a deep breath, trying like hell to keep from raising his voice. "It ain't the same. Sure as hell ain't the same, zoto. But just because I didn't live your life don't mean I got no clue what it's like to have reason to hate."

[the_merriest]

"You're damn right it's not the same!" She stomped closer, waving her hands around crazily. "You go beat somebody up, it's some guy beating up someone else. I do it? It's just another sign you can't trust those Al Bhed. After Mi'ihen? After everything failed? The Yevonites decided it was their punishment. They had teamed up with us! Therefore Yevon was pissed and that's why everybody died. I don't know where that leaves us! Maybe our half of the group died because we were just the fucking Al Bhed!"

[raspberryturk]

If Reno were to straighten his posture any more, he might end up hurting himself.

"I. Didn't. Do. That." His voice was very strained, now, as he tried not to yell back. "I did a lot of dirty, dirty shit under ShinRa orders, but that wasn't me, Rikku. I never had anything against anyone just for bein' what they are. Shit, I never heard half those words you just said in my life, yoto."

[the_merriest]

"You would have," she said coldly. "You said it yourself. They give you orders. Home, the Sector Seven slums, Fandom, just point me there and I'll kill those people. I can do it wholesale so I don't have to work overtime."

[raspberryturk]

A slow, deep breath. Hold it. Hold it.

Reno closed his eyes and bit his tongue, bit back the urge to scream and kick and smash his hand through the wall.

"Wasn't just the slums. Topside got wiped out, too. Wasn't about... Wasn't just..." Another breath. "Wasn't just because they gave me the order, Rikku."

[the_merriest]

"Oh, that's much better," she chirped. "I'm glad you're also a sociopath who enjoys mass killing."

[raspberryturk]

"That isn't it!" His hands were going to stay in his pockets, because if they left, she would see them shaking, and no, no, there was no way he was going to let her see him lose it, here. Wasn't going to happen. Last time she caught him losing it was the time that started all of this. "They weren't Al Bhed, Rikku! It wasn't about Yevon or the Guado or whatever. They took everything, dammit! AVALANCHE took fucking everything and were going to take more and-"

He choked on it. Shook his head. When he spoke next, the fight was gone all over again.

"Wasn't just about the fact that they only left three of us. But that's most of it. Not the same. You're right."

[the_merriest]

Three of them left. Rikku stared for a few seconds, wrapping her head around what he was suggesting.

"The Turks," she breathed. "The ones that ... never came home. They did that?"

There had been more of them once, this group of his, and then something terrible happened to most of them, and she was resisting the urge to reach out to him.

"We ... shouldn't be arguing here," she said quickly. "The hallway. This has to be ... you know."

[raspberryturk]

He nodded. He could do that, could manage a nod. Toward the door. Into his room? Closed doors. This was a good conversation for behind closed doors. Yelling about it all in the hallways...

Not so good.

Closed doors, please?

Words weren't so terribly cooperative at the moment, so he hoped that the nod would get the point across, there.

[the_merriest]

Rikku nodded, and then seeing him suddenly ... fragile, almost hesitant, she reached forward and opened the door herself.

"C'mon," she said softly, stepping through and holding it open. "Not out there, zoto."

[raspberryturk]

Another breath, and another nod, and a couple of steps, and look at that, he was inside his room, standing inside and taking another breath, reaching for the door to close it behind them.

Presto. Closed door.

"Yeah. So."

Now that the hallway was on the other side of the door, he really had no idea what he was supposed to say.

[the_merriest]

Rikku took a deep breath. "That doesn't ... I mean, you can't ..."

Exhale. Think. Try to. Do not hug him. Still a mass-murderer. Okay, then.

"Sit," she said, nodding to his bed. She seated herself cross-legged on the floor. "Talk."

[raspberryturk]

"Right." He made his way across the room, took a seat on the edge of his bed, and took a breath. "It's... a long story. Probably won't make me look any better when I'm done, or whatever. Wouldn't be tellin' it just to improve my image, yo. It'd be... Maybe you'd know where my brain was, is all. You sure you wanna hear this?"

[the_merriest]

"I don't know," she admitted. "Are you sure you want to tell it? It's not gonna ..."

Rikku bit her lip. "There's no ... 'oh, hey, that's why you did it.' I'm not gonna suddenly ..."

[raspberryturk]

"I know. Wouldn't want you to. But... I dunno." He gave a small nod and took a breath. "Used to be an okay job. I mean, the stuff we did was never clean, but we never thought it'd get as bad as it did. We got a new kid one day, and it was that first-run of Sector Eight thing that the Turks do as a first assignment. Anyhow, this kid gets in shit with this terrorist group we ain't never heard of. They just crawled outta the freakin' woodwork and tried to blow up Midgar. We stopped 'em, but it kept gettin' worse from there."

He shrugged his shoulders, looking at the floor somewhere by her feet.

"They blew up reactors all over the place, brainwashed SOLDIERs and turned 'em against us. It's like everything that went wrong, there they were, for years on freakin' end. Turns out they were tryin' to save the planet, stop ShinRa from usin' the Mako from the Lifestream for electricity or whatever. They were gonna call this freakin' summon whose sole purpose was to kill all life on the planet's face. Just, hey, huge-ass summon, everyone dies, world is saved."

He took a breath. Okay. The rest was.

He didn't want to get to the rest. The rest sucked.

[the_merriest]

If all life were to end in Spira, all suffering would end. Don't you see?

Rikku shook her head. "People like that are crazy," she said. "They'll save the world by destroying it. You can't argue with them. You just have to take them out, as quickly as possible."

And hope they stayed dead. That bit, they had failed at.