[ That question gives him pause, and he frowns at the floor as he thinks it over.
What the hell would he do, indeed?
It's difficult to think about, because so much of his life has been spent with the mantra, Trust no one, humming at the back of his head. Trust no one, because every connection meant a weakness, meant a liability, meant a mistake. Trust no one, not even the man with the pointy smile, who'd smack you on the shoulder and say, Good work, son. Because he was the same man who'd punch the shit out of you for one wrong move, or one wrong word. ]
That's the thing, I guess. [ Slowly, thoughtfully. ] It's been with me so long, I'm not really sure how I'd be without it.
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What the hell would he do, indeed?
It's difficult to think about, because so much of his life has been spent with the mantra, Trust no one, humming at the back of his head. Trust no one, because every connection meant a weakness, meant a liability, meant a mistake. Trust no one, not even the man with the pointy smile, who'd smack you on the shoulder and say, Good work, son. Because he was the same man who'd punch the shit out of you for one wrong move, or one wrong word. ]
That's the thing, I guess. [ Slowly, thoughtfully. ] It's been with me so long, I'm not really sure how I'd be without it.