"Tequila," Reno repeated, looking at the bottle in his hand, and then just relenting and passing it over to Romeo. He was fine with scotch, too.

"Prayin' might help. I dunno. I was never into that religious stuff. Didn't do me any good growin' up, and when I stopped livin' under the plate and started learnin' all the ways to make grown men scream, it did me even less, yo."

He was now rummaging through his drawer for the duct tape, instead of the scotch.

He was also out of duct tape.

"I got no idea what kinda difference I can make on Gaia, I dunno if I can, or if someone's gonna see my baby blues and know what it was I got myself messed up in. I don't want Rikku seein' all that. I don't wanna be talkin' about this and I don't know why I am and change the topic, please?"