Reno smiled tightly, embarrassed, but he gave a curt nod. "I feel like I've made a terrible impression," he admitted. "But..."

He took a breath and self-consciously rested his hand over his scarred forearm, covered though it was with his sleeve. "They're old wounds. The universe just continues to bring them back, for whatever reason. But I promise you, I'm not crazy."

He wouldn't have blamed Clarus for thinking so, after seeing what he'd seen. After seeing what Reno had been convinced to believe to such extent that he would finally try to tear himself apart.