Roland glides into view like a nightmare for Firo. For once, he’s not very happy to see his friend, freezing in place with his eyes going wide.
Oh god, any friend but this one right now. He’s sure that if they were in this place—though they’re not, and Firo’s grateful for that—any of the Martillo capos could watch him die. They wouldn’t like it and they’d do anything to prevent it, but it is a thing that they’re all prepared for. He’s sure Roland’s no stranger to death either, but after seeing how he reacted the first time Firo died, Firo knows he doesn’t want to put him through that again.
He adjusts his grip on his knife, nodding quickly. “Right. Sorry. I wasn’t—“ Trying to be reckless. He really wasn’t, but he supposes they should focus on business first, so he stops there.
Indicating the hall back where he came, he replies, “Just this way so far. Didn’t find anything. How about you?”
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Oh god, any friend but this one right now. He’s sure that if they were in this place—though they’re not, and Firo’s grateful for that—any of the Martillo capos could watch him die. They wouldn’t like it and they’d do anything to prevent it, but it is a thing that they’re all prepared for. He’s sure Roland’s no stranger to death either, but after seeing how he reacted the first time Firo died, Firo knows he doesn’t want to put him through that again.
He adjusts his grip on his knife, nodding quickly. “Right. Sorry. I wasn’t—“ Trying to be reckless. He really wasn’t, but he supposes they should focus on business first, so he stops there.
Indicating the hall back where he came, he replies, “Just this way so far. Didn’t find anything. How about you?”