[ Reno is smart enough not to pop off entirely, keep his eyes (and his big fuckin' mouth) from giving much away. He's been at this whole subterfuge thing a long time, y'know. When he tilts his head to the side in confusion, brows drawn together, it isn't just the blood on he's sleeve that he's frowning at. The look he gives Sephiroth is a quite intentional did you hit your head, too? kind of look.

It's not just that, though. It's that this weird-as-hell time thing seems to be making another odd appearance, and he's not entirely sure what the hell is up with that. It was a small thing, in the last conversation he had—Tifa was days later, not years. Also, Tifa wasn't a dead person walking around like it's nothing? Somehow that part seems the least bizarre out of anything to him now. ]

N...o, and I don't think you're gonna see them, either.

[ Well. Maybe that's not true. If Sephiroth is up and strolling around, then... Reno seems to realize something and turns to look back up the cliffside that he stumbled down. Searching for a particular spot, as it were. Could Zack be out there somewhere, too?! What the hell is going on?

No way he's getting back up there to search for him in this state. Reno's gaze returns to Sephiroth, weighing his options. Eventually, he ventures: ]

I dunno. Maybe you will. That mission you're talking about ended in resounding failure years ago, man.