And you're a cunt. So we'd fit pretty well together I'd say.
You may as well not bother hiding the smile too, V. Even if you were good at it, the chip's telling me you find it funny. Nice try, but you're a bad fucking liar.
"Someone knows cars, I see.
Took my fucking pistol too. And my old body. Three for one deal if you find those bastards. But they aren't your typical gangoons hopped up and high on something.
You got some balls if you wanna tango with them. Respect the fuck out of you even -
- you value it. I didn't. And it cost me everything.
{ Silver hand bringing up the cigarette for a deep, tobacco filled breath. }
You're a lot wiser than I was when I was young and dumb.
{ Before V, he would've called her a part of the problem. Angry he was at those who refused to rise up.
But that's a Johnny buried fifty years ago. Not the same synthetic man standing before her now.}
Everyone's got something to lose. At least you know how much -
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can’t really argue with that.
( she watched him for a moment, a flicker of something softer — regret, maybe — passing across her features. )
i guess i’m just… too scared to act. don’t feel like risking my own neck. maybe that’s why people like you exist.
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My taste begins to grow stale after that first one being the stick up my ass I can't dig out. Basically putting a band aid on a nasty fucking cut these days.
Damn. Maybe that kid really changed me...or Death did. Still can't tell.