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Well that was fucking pointless. Not that I really expected any less. God forbid he take a damn thing dealing with me seriously. But, whatever. He's right on one count, at least: I do need to find out what the hell this chick knows, and what her fucking agenda is. It feels like bad news all around.
You know, it's sad. Most people would be happy their brother was trusting them with this. Me? I feel like he's delegating the shit work because he doesn't feel like it. And that's all it is. That's all Vergil ever does with shit like this.
Fuck. Why the hell did he have to show up here, of all fucking places? Why the hell can't he just leave me the fuck alone?
I have the urge...To go to a bar. Maybe a strip club. Who's with me.
Vergil, put your hand down. You're not invited.