[ Yes, that. That was the reason he tensed a moment. For a moment, he'll pretend he didn't. ]

Reeve Tuesti. You might know of him. He was the executive of urban planning in Midgar. Afterward he organized the World Regenesis Organization. Volunteers who worked at restoring and protecting the planet. Well... one thing lead to another. After a few years it became a more formalized force.

[ Vincent's tone suggests it's all okay. Reeve... Cait Sith, turned out to have a good soul. One of the few so high up, though no one could call anyone who made it so high completely clean of the Company's sins. Good enough. ]

Rufus survived. The Turks did. [ Is that 'fair'? No. No it's just what life is. ] They keep quiet. Probably busy. But... so far, there's signs that Rufus intends to make reparations.

[ Hardly publicly. No one trusts Shinra now. Such financing and good will as they do... well, it's best to be kept on the sly. At the very least, debts are being paid off.

There's silence between them, Vincent and Aerith. But then he sighs. ]

Brooding.... is my thing, you know.

[ Yet it's not chiding or really a jest as it might seem to an outsider. He speaks the words gently. ]