We got some mansions so I guess getting a suit wouldn't be a problem.

[Never mind that they didn't adequately furnish said mansions. But they had the buildings. That was good, right?]

We should all get big wardrobes! Why the fuck not? We can do anything we want here. Hardly gotta worry about shit.

[And he was taking it... fairly well. He'd always been the most laidback in style, and did the best adjusting to interacting with regular people after the fall of Midgar. With their problems gone he saw no reason not to take full advantage of their new freedom.

But, there was one thing. He narrowed his eyes at Tseng, examining him closely. He knew this wasn't Tseng when he was really young for sure, but he didn't seem as aged as he remembered him. They'd been through a lot, and all of their faces had gotten a little worn over time.]

Say, boss...? What's the last thing you remember?