None of us are simple civilians, except when we're here. I feel a little ridiculous that I let myself think it would be different.
[ He forgot to tell her he's a yakuza, didn't he. He realizes this belatedly. Shit. He spends quite a while deciding how to explain himself succinctly. ]
My father was a yakuza. When I was 19 he was murdered and my mentor did the time for it. That was when it started. But every yakuza has that moment, when the brotherhood becomes overshadowed by the bloodiness. When I inherited the clan, there was only more blood.
I'm used to betrayal and desertion and death. This feels worse. Even more arbitrary and petty.
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[ He forgot to tell her he's a yakuza, didn't he. He realizes this belatedly. Shit. He spends quite a while deciding how to explain himself succinctly. ]
My father was a yakuza. When I was 19 he was murdered and my mentor did the time for it. That was when it started. But every yakuza has that moment, when the brotherhood becomes overshadowed by the bloodiness. When I inherited the clan, there was only more blood.
I'm used to betrayal and desertion and death. This feels worse. Even more arbitrary and petty.