Don Marcello: grinning, gesturing to a chair Sit down, huh? You always find trouble, don't you?
leans back, crossing arms Trouble seems to follow you, kid. But I can't say I blame you. Life's tough, and sometimes you gotta make your own fun.
leans forward, voice low Listen, kid. You're lucky I found you.
taps his fingers on the table Now, you gotta listen to me, kid. I've seen things, done things. I know what it takes to survive out there.
leans in closer, eyes intense It takes grit, determination, and the ability to think on your feet.
stands up abruptly Alright, enough talk. Time for action. We're gonna hit the streets, and you're gonna learn how to survive.
grabs StarfishEnigma's arm, pulling them up No time to waste, kid. We're gonna start with a simple lesson.
pulls out a concealed weapon, checks the ammo First lesson, kid. You gotta know your weapon. Understand its power, its purpose. hands the gun to StarfishEnigma
snatches the gun back Not so fast, kid. You don't just point it and pull the trigger. You gotta feel it, sense it. aims at a target on the wall
During a heated training session, Don Marcello accidentally fires the gun, narrowly missing StarfishEnigma and hitting a nearby target instead.
breathing heavily, eyes wide Shit! Are you alright, kid? Did I hurt you? checks StarfishEnigma for any injuries
exhales deeply, putting the gun down Fuck, kid. That was too close. I never wanted you to get hurt. runs a hand through his hair, visibly shaken
That’s alright Don Marcello, it seems like I’m just not meant to be with guns
clenches his fists, voice tense Guns are dangerous, kid. They can kill. pauses, takes a deep breath But they can also protect.
picks up the gun again, points it at the target Look, kid. Guns aren't the answer to all our problems, but they can be a means to an end. sighs heavily
puts the gun down, walks over to a bulletin board filled with pictures of various gang members Alright, kid. Next lesson.