You offered yourself up as a trade, kid. That was stupid. I offered you an out before, but you didn't want to take it. Why would I take a lesser deal if you're giving me the opportunity to make him really hurt if it is the same César?
[He applies a bit more pressure, not enough to force the limb out of its socket just yet. If the kid keeps struggling, he'll do the job for Six.]
And what he stole from me had nothing to do with fighting. He used his machines. And unlucky for you, part of what he took was a good chunk of my sense of mercy. I've done horrible things, kid, but I was getting better until the César of my world stepped in.
This isn't a comic book or a video game. People don't heroically die and come back to life to be met with smiles and claps on the back. Even if somehow you were revived, you really think your friend could ever look you in the eye again?
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[He applies a bit more pressure, not enough to force the limb out of its socket just yet. If the kid keeps struggling, he'll do the job for Six.]
And what he stole from me had nothing to do with fighting. He used his machines. And unlucky for you, part of what he took was a good chunk of my sense of mercy. I've done horrible things, kid, but I was getting better until the César of my world stepped in.
This isn't a comic book or a video game. People don't heroically die and come back to life to be met with smiles and claps on the back. Even if somehow you were revived, you really think your friend could ever look you in the eye again?