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"Dry your eyes," he heard a woman speaking behind him but his shoulders just turned down. He couldn't stand it. How dare she order him around.
"Leave me alone. You have no business here," the ex-Turk spat and set his glowing eyes upon the remains of what used to be mausoleum. The Fall of Meteor had done its damage upon the silver-clad building and with years of misuse from the public and the decay from both war and the weather, the humble building had spider-webbed cracks adorning its sides and mold clung to the tall pillars at the entrance way. It was a hidden reminder of a former empire - an empire that would never be matched and an empire that could never be erased. It was one of the few things that Daltmeir still put his faith into and this woman, this Edge whore, had no right to follow him to his sanctuary.
"You've been gone a long time Reno - where have you disappeared to? Rude said you got into a lot of trouble with some corporation in a world called the Nexus; what are you doing with your life?"
"I am doing what I always do; I'm killing people and breaking hearts. What the fuck does it matter to you?" Reno pulled himself to his feet and turned his head in the direction of the woman. "You're still an old fashioned whore; you haven't changed so why should I?"
The blond lowered her head and clutched the fabric at her chest.
"I suppose you're-"
"You're damn fucking right I'm right. I'm always right. You're wrong; you've always been wrong Liz, so don't come running to me trying to be my saint or something. I'm doing the same shit, it's just a different day. Do you know what this place is? Do you, you whore? You bitch - you low life; you are waltzing into territory you shouldn't like it's some fucking cat walk that you can flash your tits on. Get the fuck out of my sight; go! GET OUT!" Reno snatched a piece of rubble from the ground and tossed it at the woman. As expected, it clocked her right in the shoulder, causing the woman to let out cry of pain before scrambling away from the red headed killer.
"That's right, go back to your whore house. Go spread for another lowly shit dweller. Go on Liz, try to save the world by spreading those legs of yours. Yeah, you're one to fucking TALK!"
But she was gone and Reno had only silence to listen to his outburst. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but he couldn't change that. So, lighting up another cigarette, the ex-Turk shoved his hands into his pockets and began his walk towards the mausoleum. However, he halted at the entrance.
"Hope you guys don't mind me visiting," Reno murmured. He stepped up to the pillars and placed his palm on one of the more structurally sound pillars. A thick blanket of gray powder covered his palm as he lifted it, but he casually wiped it on his pants. He could care less about the dirt.
The entrance door was hanging from its hinges, allowing anyone and everyone entrance and it seemed, everyone had come and gone. There were left over belongings of children, adults, animals - everything had been through the sacred building and as Reno stepped over the left over objects, he couldn't help but feel pity and anger. Of course, no one knew who rested under the cold, silver floors - how could they? But still - some of the best men in blue had been laid to rest here, and Reno couldn't stand the fact that people had casually rested within the walls of the building without a care of the names that littered the floors.
Something suddenly caught his eye though, halting Reno in his tracks. At the back end of the building there was a new vase out encased in a thick shield of glass. Inside the vase was a bundle of white roses with one red rose laid upon the bottom of the container. On the side of the vase, the ex-Turk could read one name printed boldly on the side of the silver vase:
"Rufus J. Shinra."