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"Clover, look, it wasn't just for me to get my rocks off or somethin'. I did it for a reason."
"Yeah, Clover, let her talk." Kiara gives the both of you a small, hesitant smile. "She's trying to avoid any bad blood brewing between you two."
"One, yeah, I admit it. I did it to make everyone happy. No one liked that guy. All of you saw the awful shit he did."
Everyone, even Clover, has to nod in agreement to that.
"You can't deny that it was satisfying to know he suffered when he died. That was one of the reasons I did it: This place is a drain on our sanity and I wanted a win."
Clover tries to see your point but some part of him can't readily accept that. "I dunno. It feels wrong if you revel in death too much, ya know? Bad karma kinda thing."
"I sorta get that but c'mon. You have to admit he deserved it."
Clover shrugs. "Suppose so."
"Secondly, the people out back in the slums," You gesture towards the slums behind you. Your group has already walked a solid block away from it. Seeing it disappear from view is its own kind of mental relief. "They were suffering from gangs just like him. Suffering with no way to fight back. But we showed them that they can."
"Isn't that a good thing? Even if it's all futile, even if someone just as bad pops up later, isn't a few days of hope a worthy enough thing to give them? Don't people deserve that?"
Clover was looking at you before but now he's turned his back on you. You're worried he's starting to get sick of what you're saying but...your group stops in the middle of the empty sidewalk to check up on him.
Is he crying? He's not making any sounds but by the way his shoulders are shuddering, he's on the verge of it. He's clearly not looking at any of you for a reason.
"That's all well and good but what about the other gangs?" His body stops shaking but he's still on the edge of something. "What do you think they're gonna do when they hear what you did?"
"They hear someone shredded their boss alive, what do ya think they're gonna do? They're gonna start doing fucked up shit just like what you did to claim ownership over killing his gang. Who knows what'll happen next? What'll happen to the people in there, in the crossfire?"
"They won't do anything. Not for a while." You try his best to soothe his worries. "Look, I left a survivor. She'll spread the story of what happened. Who actually did it. Seath can probably tell some people up in D-Corp to spread rumors about me or something. We can make changes here. Even if it's only baby steps at first."
"I-, look. I don't expect you to accept everything I do. Hell, I expect ya to object to things if they're morally fucked up. But, please, all I ask is that you'll be willing to listen to our ideas and opinions first before you object. I respect you wanting to do things the right way. Doubt most people in the City see things your way."
"Just...I wanted to give them hope. Even if it meant staining my hands and doing something horrific."
