Reno sighed as he leaned back in his chair (with another squelch), thinking back on the work Karla had done with Aerith years ago in the church. He could see improvement in little ways all over, but the going was slow, and people were still suffering, and, so help him, he was going to take his frustration out somewhere.

Probably on himself, later. What the hell did he really expect the dead to do to fix the problems of the living?

"Should'a stuck with beans, is what you're sayin'," Reno muttered.