There's not much point in "valuing my life" when I'm already dying.
[But there's no bite in that argument. He just shrugs, as if it's matter of fact, and turns the coaster over in his hands.]
Anyway, I don't get the point of telling you, but fine. You might as well hear it from the beginning. Fate, the person, is someone I crossed when I was still a kid. Back when I was just starting out as Lucky, it was his neighborhood. He ran around with a few older guys, being a creep and a bully, and eventually I took them out, obviously. But I guess... even before I even fought them, he was kind of a "fan". Only in a really fucked up way... He'd tell me that he always-- That h-he'd wanted me on my knees since he first saw me.
[He pauses to take a slow, deep breath, and pulls one knee up to rest his forehead on.]
And then I busted his little brother's skull in, when I fought them. They were sick bastards. He deserved it. But they were small fry, so I kinda forgot about them... Until he had ahold of me. He'd been trying to get me all that time, for revenge... But mainly, I think, just because he's obsessed. The revenge was just the excuse, if you ask me. He just wanted to take me apart because it gets his rocks off.
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[But there's no bite in that argument. He just shrugs, as if it's matter of fact, and turns the coaster over in his hands.]
Anyway, I don't get the point of telling you, but fine. You might as well hear it from the beginning. Fate, the person, is someone I crossed when I was still a kid. Back when I was just starting out as Lucky, it was his neighborhood. He ran around with a few older guys, being a creep and a bully, and eventually I took them out, obviously. But I guess... even before I even fought them, he was kind of a "fan". Only in a really fucked up way... He'd tell me that he always-- That h-he'd wanted me on my knees since he first saw me.
[He pauses to take a slow, deep breath, and pulls one knee up to rest his forehead on.]
And then I busted his little brother's skull in, when I fought them. They were sick bastards. He deserved it. But they were small fry, so I kinda forgot about them... Until he had ahold of me. He'd been trying to get me all that time, for revenge... But mainly, I think, just because he's obsessed. The revenge was just the excuse, if you ask me. He just wanted to take me apart because it gets his rocks off.