He furrowed his eyebrows a little and looked down at their hands. Hers in his. His, all bloody, even if the blood wasn't there to be seen, and hers... relatively clean.

Still clean. Damn near immaculate, in comparison, really.

"Maybe it's not that your moral center is gettin' wobbly," he ventured. "Maybe it's that your sense of reality is catchin' up to it."

Not that killing Rufus was going to save lives, or anything. But at the same time... Reno could trace a good many of the planet's problems back to the younger Shinra's actions.

Control. Through fear.