[Juno falls quiet, listening as Watson speaks. A few times, he opens his mouth, as if to say something, but then he closes it again.
Watson's right, of course. The Mayor was the one who put together this damn game, but, hell, it was Juno's fault for playing right into his hands. If Juno had been the one to make the decision to kill Alfred, he'd insist upon it being his own fault, because he wouldn't want anyone else to suffer for him. And if Juno cared so much about these people as Watson so claimed, then he'd make sure than they didn't get hurt because of him. He'd failed.
Pathetic.
Juno finishes off the last drops of whiskey, then places it on the ground and pushes it under the cot with his foot. There's the sound of glass clinking against glass. Normally, he'd make a slightly humorous quip about Watson's bedside manner, but...he can't think of anything. He lifts his injured hand to his face, his fingers curled inwards and pressing on the wound.
Finally, after a deafening silence, Juno speaks.]
He was a master thief.
[His stomach twists into a knot as he tries convey his words in the most casual tone he can muster. He's going to die here, anyways. May as well confide in...well, the Confidant.]
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Watson's right, of course. The Mayor was the one who put together this damn game, but, hell, it was Juno's fault for playing right into his hands. If Juno had been the one to make the decision to kill Alfred, he'd insist upon it being his own fault, because he wouldn't want anyone else to suffer for him. And if Juno cared so much about these people as Watson so claimed, then he'd make sure than they didn't get hurt because of him. He'd failed.
Pathetic.
Juno finishes off the last drops of whiskey, then places it on the ground and pushes it under the cot with his foot. There's the sound of glass clinking against glass. Normally, he'd make a slightly humorous quip about Watson's bedside manner, but...he can't think of anything. He lifts his injured hand to his face, his fingers curled inwards and pressing on the wound.
Finally, after a deafening silence, Juno speaks.]
He was a master thief.
[His stomach twists into a knot as he tries convey his words in the most casual tone he can muster. He's going to die here, anyways. May as well confide in...well, the Confidant.]