Room 429, Post-Radio

[raspberryturk]

Reno had survived the day, from his training with Ghanima to making plans with Ino, on to Romeo's birthday party and then to do the radio broadcast.

His day wasn't over yet. Oh no.

Smoochy had to die.

[For one!]

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[intraspective]

"Takes chakra," she said quietly. "Can't keep it up forever, or you get stuck. But a lot of people who get taken don't exactly come back 'cause the mission said 'have them die, and make it suicide'."

[raspberryturk]

"Science did it, where I'm from." A pause while Reno took a breath. Another while he shrugged his shoulders. "I see plenty not come back just 'cause the rule is, 'All evidence of misconduct must be destroyed.' That ain't nothin' new. Seein' armies of guys who don't have control over themselves no more, that's really somethin'."

[intraspective]

"Can't do armies," she said, back straight and pace steady. "But I don't much think I'd want to either."

[raspberryturk]

"You don't," Reno agreed. "Bunch'a brainwashed murderers, all followin' the command of the guy in charge. Messy business. Pain in the ass for the people on the receivin' end. We get to look at 'em and wonder, 'Hey, did I know that guy? It don't matter, 'cause now him and ten other shits are tryin' to cut off my head.'"