"Minimal progress?" Reno's had was now balling into an even more tight fist into the fabric of his coat. It took all of his self-control to keep from throwing it at Tseng. "We got soil, after a quarter of a century of ShinRa killin' the land. We got hovers, ethanol-powered vehicles, when all we had before now was mako and, way before that, coal. I been handin' out seeds that don't need lifestream to grow, around Edge, an' soil from another friggin' world! What part of that is 'minimal' fuckin' progress?"

Reno's lip curled back, then.

"You wanna tell me how we would'a got any of that, without me goin' to Fandom?"