"'Least we're not the only ones," Reno replied with confidence. "Local law enforcement's already got 'im in their sights, just in case."

He almost felt bad, thinking about it. Even if Sephiroth could change, it was no doubt harder when so many people still were looking at him like a criminal, just waiting with the expectation he'd turn out to be a murdering psychopath. But he preferred his own security, and that of his friends, to Sephiroth's feelings.

"Rest assured, if Sephiroth so much 's sneezes the wrong way, he'll have a small army against him. All with very fancy powers of their own, thanks to our little Crystal friends like the one in that temple there."

It was actually kind of nice not to have the Silver General as his first, most demanding priority.

Reno smiled, and genuinely -- perhaps for the first time in a long time for Rufus to see. "Name's Johnny D'Amico. Self-trained badass with some rather defining physical features... Sound familiar?" He smirked and nodded down the street, figuring he might as well escort Rufus home while they talked. "I figure with some actual discipline, he'll be a real force to be reckoned with."

Considering Johnny already had enough discipline to consider himself a "soldier," he'd probably be easier to train than Reno had been.