When Kadaj went back to stabbing at his food Rufus dared to meet Reno’s gaze, feeling the weight of it on him. His face was its usual impassive mask that he wore when it came to dealing with Kadaj. What he couldn’t do at this point was let Kadaj see or get the feeling that anything was off, to find the niche to start hammering away at that could form a break. What he did let Reno see in that few seconds glance was the Rufus himself was worried but it was mixed with a weird elation, more like a man that was running to his own suicide.
How far are you willing to trust me, Reno? How far are you willing to go with me? Is your loyalty even with me still?
He didn’t spare any words for Elena, restraining his urge to lean across the table and make her behave. If she set Kadaj off again by glaring at him, Rufus saw an ugly fight ahead of them. While he had little doubt the three of them could take Kadaj down, he had no desire to spend the rest of the afternoon drugged up or the like.
Holding Reno’s gaze a moment longer than he dared, Rufus was surprised to find himself missing his Reno. At least once a day he had cursed the Turk’s antics and quick mouth, but when bad things happened, he always had him by his side. When he’d dove/fallen off that building after tossing Jenova over, the redhead had been the first to reach him. There was no time for that now. Kadaj had to be dealt with.
Instead, Rufus laughed quietly. It was a sound he rarely made. Instead of his usual razored mocking, there was a kind amusement to it. A smile came and went quickly as he watched Kadaj.
“I think Yazoo is the strategist or perhaps Sephiroth’s cool head, but you… you’re his heart and soul. In the end, that’s worth more and probably why you always were my favourite. You’re more like talking to Sephiroth once I get past the prickly part. You’ve got a quick mind like he does, but unrestrained in a way he wasn’t.”
Rufus’ expression was introspective for a moment.
“You take the slightest criticism too harshly, Kadaj. Yazoo figured out something before you. I wouldn’t blow it up into something horrible or a failing in you.”
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How far are you willing to trust me, Reno? How far are you willing to go with me? Is your loyalty even with me still?
He didn’t spare any words for Elena, restraining his urge to lean across the table and make her behave. If she set Kadaj off again by glaring at him, Rufus saw an ugly fight ahead of them. While he had little doubt the three of them could take Kadaj down, he had no desire to spend the rest of the afternoon drugged up or the like.
Holding Reno’s gaze a moment longer than he dared, Rufus was surprised to find himself missing his Reno. At least once a day he had cursed the Turk’s antics and quick mouth, but when bad things happened, he always had him by his side. When he’d dove/fallen off that building after tossing Jenova over, the redhead had been the first to reach him. There was no time for that now. Kadaj had to be dealt with.
Instead, Rufus laughed quietly. It was a sound he rarely made. Instead of his usual razored mocking, there was a kind amusement to it. A smile came and went quickly as he watched Kadaj.
“I think Yazoo is the strategist or perhaps Sephiroth’s cool head, but you… you’re his heart and soul. In the end, that’s worth more and probably why you always were my favourite. You’re more like talking to Sephiroth once I get past the prickly part. You’ve got a quick mind like he does, but unrestrained in a way he wasn’t.”
Rufus’ expression was introspective for a moment.
“You take the slightest criticism too harshly, Kadaj. Yazoo figured out something before you. I wouldn’t blow it up into something horrible or a failing in you.”