[ If Tseng ever trusted anyone, it would have always been Reno. He's the only one it's ever been difficult to keep secrets from, not because of his prying eyes or boundless curiosity—which are a factor, yes, but not the problem—but because of this.
Reno knows the answers before he spells them out, Tseng is sure. He knows the way this city works just as well as Tseng does, has eyes and ears in all the right places just the same. The two of them together could have been anything they wanted to be. It has always been tempting to let this happen.
But Tseng has never trusted him. Or anyone, for that matter. And now that he does, it isn't the right time. He shouldn't be asking this, how much he does or doesn't know should have always been kept concealed between them. Reno would have been perfectly happy. Now that Tseng trusts him, he wants to protect him, too, and that's the tragic break in it all.
He rubs the filter between his fingers until the cherry falls loose and stomps it into the dry-packed sand underfoot. ]
There's something else. There have been disappearances all over the city, mostly sub-Plate. From what I can tell, it started shortly after we went floating.
[ More Renoisms. Except this time, Tseng isn't smiling. It's just a good word for it. ]
I'd considered an official investigation, but the timing was too perfect. We know people don't disappear anymore. I had to ask myself who else might know, and why, and who would buy that kind of intel right here in our home.
no subject
[ If Tseng ever trusted anyone, it would have always been Reno. He's the only one it's ever been difficult to keep secrets from, not because of his prying eyes or boundless curiosity—which are a factor, yes, but not the problem—but because of this.
Reno knows the answers before he spells them out, Tseng is sure. He knows the way this city works just as well as Tseng does, has eyes and ears in all the right places just the same. The two of them together could have been anything they wanted to be. It has always been tempting to let this happen.
But Tseng has never trusted him. Or anyone, for that matter. And now that he does, it isn't the right time. He shouldn't be asking this, how much he does or doesn't know should have always been kept concealed between them. Reno would have been perfectly happy. Now that Tseng trusts him, he wants to protect him, too, and that's the tragic break in it all.
He rubs the filter between his fingers until the cherry falls loose and stomps it into the dry-packed sand underfoot. ]
There's something else. There have been disappearances all over the city, mostly sub-Plate. From what I can tell, it started shortly after we went floating.
[ More Renoisms. Except this time, Tseng isn't smiling. It's just a good word for it. ]
I'd considered an official investigation, but the timing was too perfect. We know people don't disappear anymore. I had to ask myself who else might know, and why, and who would buy that kind of intel right here in our home.