"There isn't even home anymore, Rikku." Reno was rolling over a little now. Sitting up and frowning. "Home was Midgar. And the Turks aren't Turks, so that isn't an issue, either. The only direction I can go in is forward. There ain't no backsteppin'. And... Anyhow... This place kinda... grows on you."

He shrugged. The sky wasn't as interesting, suddenly, as his knees and ankles were.

"You grew on me. I... told Tseng once, you were my reason to breathe. Never had one of them before. And... Shit, Rikku, you still are. Just, nothin' beyond that point makes any sense, anymore."