[ He's been dodging around that point since it came up. Poor little Lily ate shit to hush up some big scheme. Velvet burned. Empires crumbled. Backs were stabbed, all that shit. Tseng didn't bring him in here with a big ask because he wants to know what he thinks about it all, just to pick his brain and beat around the bush. Further, Tseng didn't bring him here to try and glean something from his background that isn't really his place to know about him. Because again, if it were just that, other witnesses would be easy enough to find. It's just that none of them, if they even survived, can hold a candle to what Reno knows. None of them know Jagger like he knew Jagger. None of them curried the favor he did, after he was set loose from that helltrap and given cheese to start squeaking. None of them came as close to being murdered by the guy and managed to scurry away, either.
They're here because he's the only one who wriggled his way out of the mouse trap. The closer Tseng builds up to it and then finally comes right out and says it, the more Reno just hates it. Starts building up a sigh deep in his chest and starts working out how he's going to reconcile this shit, because he can't say no to Tseng. He just can't. And there's no point in bothering even if he could, because now the rat's out of the bag and he has nothing to hide anymore. Now he knows. And there's going to be so much more that he learns, as this unfolds, and—and there's just nowhere to hide.
Maybe it's about time he stepped into the light. Reaching out, he curls one of Tseng's hands closed, bending his fingertips to his palm. ]
I've got more to bring to the table than just an ID. Might as well give you everything.
[ The cigarette in his other hand's burned right down to the quick, almost to where he's holding it. Reno realizes a few seconds belatedly that it's getting hot and drops it on the ground, hissing. Smudges the ember out with his shoe and shakes out his fingers. ]
I got a problem with that, though. It's about his obsession with my face—I don't think twenty years is gonna be enough for him to forget it.
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They're here because he's the only one who wriggled his way out of the mouse trap. The closer Tseng builds up to it and then finally comes right out and says it, the more Reno just hates it. Starts building up a sigh deep in his chest and starts working out how he's going to reconcile this shit, because he can't say no to Tseng. He just can't. And there's no point in bothering even if he could, because now the rat's out of the bag and he has nothing to hide anymore. Now he knows. And there's going to be so much more that he learns, as this unfolds, and—and there's just nowhere to hide.
Maybe it's about time he stepped into the light. Reaching out, he curls one of Tseng's hands closed, bending his fingertips to his palm. ]
I've got more to bring to the table than just an ID. Might as well give you everything.
[ The cigarette in his other hand's burned right down to the quick, almost to where he's holding it. Reno realizes a few seconds belatedly that it's getting hot and drops it on the ground, hissing. Smudges the ember out with his shoe and shakes out his fingers. ]
I got a problem with that, though. It's about his obsession with my face—I don't think twenty years is gonna be enough for him to forget it.