They would never, your men are just tempered..

Having no debt would make that so convienent right now, wouldn’t it…?

You agreed to spare me tonight!

...One night to think of an escape plan, moreso.

They’ve been more like nightmares because of you! …And also not, because of you.

Perhaps. > you dont understand how many little voices in my head were telling me to say perCHANCE

You’re a bit more tame compared to the other nightmares.

Isn’t it?

I doubt you’d care. Don’t you just collect my debths?

* He let out a sigh, turning his head away. What, you seriously interested?

…It would be nice to get it off my chest.

> sorry for such delayed responses, i might have been playing forsaken until my eyes hurt “‘>_> * He warily sat, demeanor unnaturally solemn. Do you exactly… deal with loss?

> GOODLUCK ON UOUR SCENE!! i need to… do SOMETHING Ah, I see. I’ve just… ever since I got taken to this shithole it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen… well, someone I knew. * He reaches a hand up to his face, hesitating for a moment before removing his sunglasses to rub his eyes.

Something happened to them, just before I was forsaken. It wasn’t something good, I’ll tell you that. That… scene, it just repeating in my head no matter what I do.

…Probably. * He tilts his fedora slightly down, avoiding any further eye contact.

I just— I feel like I could’ve prevented it. Sometimes it still makes me hesitant to raise my flintlock, just incase it happens again. …You really don’t need to be listening to this. If anything, just screws up whatever perception you already had of me. * He begins to stand, placing his sunglasses back on.

* He hesitates, before turning away. …See you next night, Mafioso.

What.. what does that mean, what do you mean yet.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YET.

Ur not wrong.