Reno sighed and smeared the bean paste on his pants. He'd wash them later, or something.

"Keep it that way. No talkin' about tomorrow. Live in today. Works better for everyone, yo." He took a slow, deep breath. Calm. Calm Reno was calm and was going to be breaking out the rum tonight. "Ain't easy when you know things, is it? Stuff that'll sting down the road. You just wanna shout it offa the rooftops, zoto."

Zack is going to die.