"They were all still green when I got home from the job," Reno replied, his hands still in his pockets as he sauntered along behind. "The peas got little flowers on 'em. That's a good thing, right?"

Flowers. In Edge. He kind of felt like he was playing God here, now.

Around the building, there was a road. The road kept the other buildings separated just enough so that they had a particularly jarring view of the place Reno used to call home.

Clearly, the residents of Edge didn't much care for setting up camp in the shadow of something less depressing.