each place has its own group of "undesirables", those who fall in between cracks of the systems, people who's existence holds no real value to the society around them. it is a lot different if you decide to snipe someone who has power, connections and has made their existence one of that holds importance than some nobody , who has no family or other connections. going after the former always carries risks while no one bats their eyelids if a nameless garbage is removed from the streets.
yeah. of course. because my sister and me are some of the undesirables and garbage back home.
[nerve... touched...]
i'm not talking about sentimental value. i'm talking about a whole fucking person. i've watched people die, and killed them with my own bare hands and i can tell you that it doesn't fucking matter if they're any importance to society or not. in the end we're all just going to be six feet below the goddamn ground.
i don't need some edgy bitch trying to talk to me about my conscience. i'll figure out how to take care of Silco myself.
[He sees nerve is very much touched.. disappointing, but he probably should've seen this coming. after all, she was very hung up on her mess of a sister.]
you are right. in the end we all are made of the same shit in this rotten world. some just have been able to cover it in a shine, and unfortunately that is all that matters to the world.
your conscience holds no interest to me, but very well. good luck.
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each place has its own group of "undesirables", those who fall in between cracks of the systems, people who's existence holds no real value to the society around them. it is a lot different if you decide to snipe someone who has power, connections and has made their existence one of that holds importance than some nobody , who has no family or other connections. going after the former always carries risks while no one bats their eyelids if a nameless garbage is removed from the streets.
that is how world works.
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[nerve... touched...]
i'm not talking about sentimental value. i'm talking about a whole fucking person. i've watched people die, and killed them with my own bare hands and i can tell you that it doesn't fucking matter if they're any importance to society or not. in the end we're all just going to be six feet below the goddamn ground.
i don't need some edgy bitch trying to talk to me about my conscience. i'll figure out how to take care of Silco myself.
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you are right. in the end we all are made of the same shit in this rotten world. some just have been able to cover it in a shine, and unfortunately that is all that matters to the world.
your conscience holds no interest to me, but very well. good luck.