Oen sighed. "Is there any other way?" He asked the Shadow.
My dad? He hit me for years until one day, I hit him back.
She never acted like one to me. She acted like I was a burden.
Oen's eyes widened. "So, I need you AND Neoma."
I'm providing to my "mother" that I can live on my own.
"It has something... to do with you... am I right?" Oen asked.
I can't go back. I've come too far to stop now...
Oen thought for a moment. "...I think I know..."
I know. She would probably be very disappointed.
"And what do you propose I do about that, hm?" Oen asked.
But that was in self defense. This was in cold blood.
"And why not/" Oen asked, slightly curious.
You don't seem the least bit surprised.
"...That was my plan." Oen said.
...No? O_o I meant I shot him Execution style. You know, he gets on his knees, I shoot him in the head?
Oen set the bottle on the table. He walked closer. "...Yeah. That voice does sound familiar."
Execution style. I'm not gonna lie. I enjoyed it.
Oen nearly dropped the bottle in surprise.
Oen blinked. "No. I don't think they even have mouths."
Well, money was tight, so I joined a gang. A few days ago, we got into a turf war with another gang. I was shot 7 times, one of those shots hit a...
