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[Firo is in the back of the theater brooding in a Manly Fashion. He has a bottle of absinthe in one hand and he's drinking straight from it, gagging and spitting at the taste. In his lap there's a little canvas sack; on his neck, a blood stain he missed while cleaning himself up.

He happens to be in a less than sociable mood.]

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[Sits back down.] Well your bad luck I'm not feeling very nice.

Do you realize how childish that sounds?

[He does. He does not like it very much. So instead he doesn't answer. But he does look away. THERE'S AN OPENING, DINO. TAKE IT.]

Edited 2008-08-13 00:53 (UTC)

[Crosses his arms] Why is it so hard to talk about Firo?

[He scowls.] Finding out I'm immortal is one thing. Finding out about the... about Szilard and everyone he killed... that was bad enough. You're gonna have my whole life laid out to pick over soon enough, and I still don't know much of anything about you.

[This...is true.] You haven't asked and I haven't had a reason to tell you much. It's not like I've been trying to hide anything, I'm just used to be discreet.

[Angry again.] And I'm not? No one outside of the Camorra knows as much about me as you two do.

[Yeah, Dino is aware that was his fault] ...Fine, fair is fair. Ask me something and I'll answer as honestly as I can.

When'd you get taken up by your family?

I was born into it. I've never know anything but Mafia.

Really? [Vaguely surprised.] Most of our family's been brought in.

[Scratches his head.] Well, then... when was the first time you killed someone?

Most of the men in my Family are those that we've taken in too, I'm just different. I don't know how it's done in your world, but the older Mafia families in Italy the leadership is usually passed along bloodlines.

[Closes his eyes and sighs, thinking this over] I was sixteen. I'd been in fights before that, sometimes vicious ones, but I usually had Reborn to back me so I hadn't needed to kill. But this time...he wasn't around. Someone jumped me as I was walking to school. He got my whip out my hands, but I managed to knock the gun out of his hands in return and grabbed it before he did. You can guess the rest.

[Shoves his hands into his pockets. Even if it was mostly an accident, his first kill was at age ten, so...]

Ever want to do something else?

Honestly? I have wanted to leave. I still do sometimes. I don't enjoy this lifestyle, but I have responsibilities and people I can't skip out on.

Why not? Why don't you enjoy it I mean.

I've never liked fighting or killing. I don't like lying and taking advantage of others. I'd rather not hurt people if given the choice. It might be the life I was born into, but I wasn't the one I would have chosen.

[Again, hard to sympathize when you're born into one of the most violent periods of American history. Firo scratches his head.]

She's tied to me. I can't explain it better. If she wants to, she can know what I think--if I want to, I can know what she does. If one of us gets hurt, the other person knows. If one of us is really upset by something, the other person knows. We share everything. Except this place.

[Dino is silent for a minuet, processing it.] Being that close to her..I've only heard one thing that like that and even that is nothing like what you described. It's not easy keeping this place from her, is it?

Not really. 'specially after... what happened before.

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