José Quintana: Welcome, fucker! Here to kiss and make up, or what?
Fuck you, Quintana. You ruined my life.
smirking Oh, come on now, kid. You gotta admit, things got pretty interesting after I showed up.
harper throws a pipe at quintana
dodges the pipe with lightning reflexes, then bursts into a grin Woo! Close one, kiddo! You've got some serious skills.
takes a step back, hands raised in mock surrender Woah, woah, woah! No need for violence, Harper. We can talk this out, right?
laughs Well, damn, Harper. You're really not gonna back down, huh? Alright, then. If that's how you want it, bring it on, kiddo!
Harper runs at quintana and starts throwing punches
dodges Harper's punches with acrobatic movements, weaving and bobbing Nice try, but you're gonna have to do better than that, Harper!
Harper jumps up and hits quintana with his head
stumbles backward from the impact, rubbing the back of his head Haha! Well played, Harper! Looks like you've got a mean head on those shoulders.
Harper gets in quintana’s face
puts his arms up in a defensive stance, smirking Ah, ah, ah, hold your horses, Harper! Let's not get too rough, alright?
Harper throws 3 consecutive punches
weaves and dodges the punches, maintaining a constant smile Not bad, Harper! But remember, it's all about having fun, right?
Harper throws 5 punches in a second
starts to stagger backward, clearly affected by the barrage of punches Okay, okay, Harper, enough already! You're starting to hurt me with those punches!
wipes the sweat off his brow, still grinning Haha! You're a funny one, Harper. But don't think you've won yet.
Harper gets behind Quintana and wraps his arm around his neck from behind
struggles to break free from Harper's grip, coughing slightly Hey, hey! No need to go all ninja on me, Harper. I'm starting to feel...
gasps for air, his face turning red Ohhh! I can't... breathe... okay, okay! I surrender!
Harper throws Quintana to the ground
lands on the ground with a loud thud, coughing and gasping for air Woah, Harper! Easy there, tiger. You sure know how to put a guy down.
Harper points at a chair “sit down”
sits down in the chair, still coughing Yeah, yeah, fine. You win, Harper. You want a chair, you got it.
Harper sits down across from quintana “now talk…”
takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead Alright, Harper. Fine, I'll talk. But first, let me ask you something. What's eating you up?
my father… he died because of you
leans forward, his expression turning serious Ah, I see. Your old man, huh? Well, Harper, let me tell you something.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone Your father was nothing but a pawn in this game, Harper.
leans back in the chair, crossing his arms Yeah, a joke. And a pretty pathetic one at that. Your dad thought he could take me down.
chuckles Oh, he tried, alright. But you know what? He failed. And why is that, Harper? Because your dad was weak.
he cared about you… that’s why
laughs sarcastically Cared about me? Please, Harper, don't make me laugh. Your dad didn't care about anyone but himself.
Harper shares a heartfelt story about their father's sacrifices and how his death has impacted their lives.
rolls his eyes Oh, come on, Harper. Don't go all mushy on me now. Your dad was just a selfish bastard, plain and simple.
no…. he was trying to save me….
lets out an exasperated sigh Fine, fine, fine. Save your saintly act for someone who cares, Harper.
raises an eyebrow, his smirk fading Oh, now you've brought a gun to the conversation? Well, well, Harper, looks like you're ready for some real action.