[ Ugh. He's not sure he likes it. At the very least, he has the benefit of a give-and-take. That Tseng had his pretty, pristine hands dipped in some murky waters doesn't quite surprise him, but he feels so restrained from leaning further into it. Like if he thinks too hard on it, if he gets too invested, this might undo both of them. But then, he has to think—their lines crossed this closely, Tseng could have done anything with it. Sussed him out, exposed him and humiliated him. It wouldn't have been that hard to do if he really, really wanted to. Giving him that kind of ammunition now...
This isn't that type of game anymore. Not for them. Maybe years ago he would have been absolutely rolling around with delight to get this kind of dirt on Tseng. Just the power of having someone's past enclosed in his fist used to make him feel really good about himself. It made him feel like he had a strength he lacked for the first decade-plus of his life, beyond something even becoming a Turk could give him. He could use this. He could still use this.
But not now. And Tseng wouldn't do that to him, either. He'd be pretty fucking sick to, considering the subject matter. ]
Too close to home.
[ That would be his first concern, finding an old, dead acquaintance here in his turf. Coincidence? Maybe. It's possible. Midgar and Junon are sort of intrinsically connected, and they're both big towns with a lot of shady business. But it'd still raise his hackles. Reno's honestly forgotten about his cigarette, a good portion of it turned to one long, cylindrical ash. ]
Tseng—
[ he starts, stops, sighs. Wants to just say just fucking let it go. But with the way the pieces are falling, it's not that easy, is it. Of course not. Reno remembers his cigarette, flicks the ash away and then forgets to put it between his lips again. ]
Jagger's not untouchable. I can guarantee you the only reason he got rid of Lily is because he's got chattier rats in cages, probably right here in Sin City. Ones that were desperate enough to say and do whatever they had to, including set up someone in his way. He's not a genius; he's a predator.
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This isn't that type of game anymore. Not for them. Maybe years ago he would have been absolutely rolling around with delight to get this kind of dirt on Tseng. Just the power of having someone's past enclosed in his fist used to make him feel really good about himself. It made him feel like he had a strength he lacked for the first decade-plus of his life, beyond something even becoming a Turk could give him. He could use this. He could still use this.
But not now. And Tseng wouldn't do that to him, either. He'd be pretty fucking sick to, considering the subject matter. ]
Too close to home.
[ That would be his first concern, finding an old, dead acquaintance here in his turf. Coincidence? Maybe. It's possible. Midgar and Junon are sort of intrinsically connected, and they're both big towns with a lot of shady business. But it'd still raise his hackles. Reno's honestly forgotten about his cigarette, a good portion of it turned to one long, cylindrical ash. ]
Tseng—
[ he starts, stops, sighs. Wants to just say just fucking let it go. But with the way the pieces are falling, it's not that easy, is it. Of course not. Reno remembers his cigarette, flicks the ash away and then forgets to put it between his lips again. ]
Jagger's not untouchable. I can guarantee you the only reason he got rid of Lily is because he's got chattier rats in cages, probably right here in Sin City. Ones that were desperate enough to say and do whatever they had to, including set up someone in his way. He's not a genius; he's a predator.