Sold his soul to the devil.
Insensitive, mercyless, and crude.
Reno
The Shin-Ra Turk.
So that's what you think?
Sure you do, that's what everyone thinks.
Go ahead, follow the majority. They're always right.
Or are they?
Ha, guess no one gets the whole whole picture though.
Understands the concept in the least. The Truth.
Why, you can't even begin to understand. You can't handle the truth.
It's my job.
So what, you have your chushy desk job.
You make your living. Can't I make mine?
I have my job, it may be a bit different.
But ya know, it's called survival sweetie.
Kill, or be killed. It's as simple as that.
Since when did anyone give a rat's ass about me?
Never. So don't expect some gracious hospitality from this side.
Like me yet?
After a few hits, it becomes routine.
Just like taking out the garbage,
Shin-Ra's garbage.
You may as well call me Shin-Ra's lap dog.
Speak. Roll over. Play dead. Kill.
Woof. Bow-wow. I've been had. Bang.
Still doesn't mean that I don't feel.
People are so fucking blind nowadays.
Come on. It's nothing new, you just try to overlook your sins.
Though you know they're there, don't be a coward.
I grew up in those damn sector five slums.
Seeing blood and death is just like spilt milk to me.
All you plate dwellers think that what I do is so horrible.
Haha, happens all the time down there.
Oh wait, you don't know what's down there, do you?
You afraid to find out? You should be.
How about this. Scenario one.
You come home at age twelve from playing outside while mama's home and daddy's working.
Find Mama beaten to a pulp on the kitchen floor. Look closer, find Mama gutted.
Look around, find Mama's insides on the kitchen table.
Daddy sitting at that table his brains blown out all over the wall.
What's left?
Only a note saying "You were supposed to be here taking care of her."-Dad
That's how debts are settled in the slums.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
The people I kill? Most are guilty.
But hey, it's a job. All in all, we're all guilty for something.
Yeah, so I do this all for money, who doesn't?
It's human nature, we're all greedy.
Bastards and bitches, nothing new, get used to it.
Look after yourself , and who you love.
In my life, that's me and my fellow Turks.
And MAYBE even that Blond president of ours. Depends on my mood that day.
He's a total psychopath, but with a father like his, who can blame him.
Plus seeing his mother get knocked off sorta hit the big shiny red button that read "flip out."
Hey I said I feel, sometimes, so get off my ass alright.
Though, the biggest mistake the majority makes is exactly that.
That I don't feel.
That I don't have some horrible conscience eating away at me every damn minute!
Sure I don't regret much, but there are a few things. I do have some morals.
They train us to be emotionless, that's a Turk.
That's it though, emotionless. Not numb.
We feel, just not as much as others. We see the big picture.
The one that YOU on the other hand, do not.
What? So I pushed the button that blew up the sector seven plate.
It was an order from Shin-Ra, no choice.
That damn AVALANCHE blew up the sector one plate,
Their own will even, imagine that.
Same amount, if not more deaths occured there.
Yet here's the irony, let me get this straight now.
THEY'RE the fucking heros!? Well suck me off and call me a bitch.
And what was their purpose?
Save the planet?
Yeah, okay, I can say that too.
I'm doing it to save the planet. Exterminate the scum.
Proud of me now? Think any higher of me? No?
Figured.
So why don't I quit? Haha. You're joking right?
Being a Turk isn't a job that you quit.
Well, unless you want your body in a jar that is.
Who would take me out?
The other Turks maybe. Aren't they my friends? Yeah
If they wouldn't, SOLDIER would be happy to.
Or maybe just capture me, let Hojo play lab rat.
Now that's hell on earth, if nothing else,
Fuck, the mako infusion was enough to creep me out, thank you.
So what about the whores? Don't I love?
Sorry sweetie, can't love in this business. And we all need a fix now and then.
Waking up tomorrow, you never know who I might have to knock off.
As heartless as I may seem, I couldn't do that to someone I gave a shit about.
Least I go to whore's though. Don't seduce some innocent being.
That's their job too ya know. They're aware.
Would I like to care? Yeah
Can I care in this business, and keep my mind? No.
So then, what do I have to say for myself?
To you, not a damn thing.
I know what I'm capable of.
But what about my constant alcohal buzz?
Hell, I'm a fucking super hero don't you know!
Who else can pull off a flawless job, while half smashed?
Is this where I take a bow? No you say?
Well piss on you too.
Think I'm so heartless, egotistical, uncaring?
Yea here's a secret. I can feel, just like the rest of you.
It's a bloody weakness I say.
Continue to walk in the oh so familliar footsteps.
I'm loyal too, look at everything I've done for my job!
Ok, so slap my ass, I'm a liar, I did it for me.
Mercyless you say?
Well, look at it this way why don't you.
I haven't killed YOU yet, now have I?