[ Oh. Sharkface twitches a little, dropping his gaze down to his hands and the tattoos stretching across his knuckles. The rings. The memorial. He belongs to the dead now. He thinks Drake knows that, on some level. ]
I don't know how to explain it.
[ His voice is very soft. ]
But I trust you. I know that's not....it's not much. But that's real.
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I don't know how to explain it.
[ His voice is very soft. ]
But I trust you. I know that's not....it's not much. But that's real.