It was a half-hearted grab, and Rufus was having none of it, tugging his arm free and falling farther away from the Turk.
He needed to get away from Reno. He needed to be some place alone, and he needed to not run into anyone on his way there. The Peng Eye flared to life at a spare thought, a familiar tool in practiced hands. The flood of elation that came with the spell hit him like a wall, and he plotted his course away from the redhead swiftly and happily, unconcerned with why he needed an escape route. When he sank back into his own body it was to a chorus of physiological miscues: residual joy ebbing away the panic and clearing his thoughts enough for him to realize he had just used the Peng Eye in front of Reno; enough for him to begin to truly grasp the essence of their argument today, in this "meeting" that had turned into a disaster; and enough for him to register that he had— his fingers flew to his lips. His eyes lifted again to the disheveled Turk.
A comedy of errors. The President of ShinRa had broken enough people in the past to recognize when he had a man defeated. Coming here, doing this today had been a mistake. It was time to retreat.
"It doesn't matter," he whispered.
And then Rufus ShinRa fled, bolting through the door like a child and not looking back.