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With one fell swoop, he stood up, freeing himself and the JENOVA box from his covers. He sees Kadaj's eyes turn into slits.
Rufus smirks. "A GOOD son would have KNOWN". Theatrics, his specialty. Without another word, he chucks the entire box down the building's side.
He dove...Kadaj dove.
Rufus concentrated his shots at Kadaj, the bandage on his head unraveling as he fell down to his death. Maybe this is his way to repent for what the Shinra family has done to the planet.
He then got caught midair, unceremoniously and as gracefully as a fly trapped on a spider's web, merely feet from pancaking himself on the ground.
This turn of events was ironic but he knew exactly who caught him. Just the people he wants to see if he is to live on in this wretched, collapsing world. Minerva has other plans for him apparently.
He looks over at those who had him worried for weeks. Turks really don't like the idea of dying. He smiles and nods at them, noting with a grimace the bandages on his most trusted employees. Not dead but not in the best shape either.
After the rain suddenly healed him, Reno asks out of the blue. "Boss, what happened to your eye patch?"
"Oh....it fell off during my expedition down the side of the building."
"reckless" he overhears Tseng mutter under his breath.
"When have I not been? For the record, Reno, the bandage had always been for show."
"REALLY??!!" that seemed to surprise the redhead.
"Yes, really."
"But then why did Tseng always change it out meticulously when you were down with geo....ah nevermind, I don't want to bring that shit up after it just cleared your system."
Rufus starts chuckling but stops to look over at Tseng who looks tired and still beat up. He reaches out a hand and Tseng kneels down to his level. He gingerly touches Tseng's head wrapped in gauze.
"Sir..." Rufus puts a finger on Tseng's lips and reaches into his pocket and pulls out the Full Cure materia Tseng had left him to help slow geostigma's progression. He casts it, then tears off Tseng's bandages. "And his bandages are now for show too." Tseng doubles over the back of his wheelchair, not able to hold off the laughter from his terrible sense of humor. Their foreheads touch briefly and feelings flare up in his heart but things must wait.
"Elena, come here. Take that awful looking gauze off.
And then his people were healed.