Midgard, Midgar, close enough. Reno was getting used to that verbal slip from Fandomites anyhow.

"Eh, it's life. It ain't like the rest of Gaia is doin' much better. It's probably the worst here, but places like Junon caught hell, too." He reached for his bottle. Mm. Boozey. "So. Tell me, what does your SOLDIER buddy know about my here an' now? You know he's from my past, right?"

His brain was everywhere. Forgive him.