what can i tell you? it's.. a mother's instinct to hold out for hope that isn't there. my sweet, sweet son.. i can't stop him from growing into a man. that's what hurts most.
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spend too much time worryin' 'bout strangers, you expect you'll make it somewhere in this city ? you see cheap joytoys and weapons on our streets and your faith still ain't broken ?
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..you.. know my son.ᐣ
i see. if.. that's your line of work, i can't do anything to stop you. promises in this city aren't meant to be kept, but, would you promise me one thing.ᐣ it's a selfish.. request of mine.
can’t say no to someone willing to
give advice .. thank you nonetheless.
but your boy ..
taking a shot in the wild, but is he —
a martinez? seen some files on him
when i walked into arasaka .. we share
the same name funny enough.
there's something i've always told my boy——dee.
'm sorry for giving.. unsolicited advice, but.. you remind me of him.
"when life gets tiring, you bounce back even harder to show it what you've got. the best revenge.. is growth."