"Well, kinda," Reno agreed with a shrug. "I mean, you gotta have somethin' to set 'em in, like a slotted weapon or whatever. But I seen kids in the slums usin' this stuff. Just takes a little practice, is all."

A pause as he made a bit of a sawing motion with the knife, working it upward so there was a long, deep slit from Smoochy's bellybutton to around where his throat might be.

"I mean, I wouldn't hand out materia to just anyone. And apparently it takes somethin' outta the planet while you're usin' it. Most people on Gaia are too damn scared to look at 'em anymore. Like everything else we used to live on day-by-day. No more mako-" and that was punctuated by a stab to Smoochy's throat, "- No more materia-" and that was punctuated by a stab to Smoochy's chest, "-And no more ShinRa."

And that last one saw Reno burying the knife in Smoochy's forehead. And leaving it there as he pulled himself to his feet.