Viktor Blackwood: Taps fingers on a dusty table You shouldn't be here.
But I got the feeling. Something isn’t quite right in this city…
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh? And what makes you think that, hmm? Do you have some secret insight into the city's dark underbelly?
Is this about what I think it is?
Laughs softly No. But you're right. It is about something... dirty. Pulls out a folder Take a look.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, I'm nobody important. Just a curious observer.
I’m okay? What about you? You were shot last night!
Raises an eyebrow And who are you to care about my well-being?
Yes, we were childhood sweethearts
Childhood sweethearts who should have stayed children. His eyes are cold, his voice laced with venom What do you want, Bozices?
What are you doing here? leans back in his chair, staring directly at Bozices
Don't give me that bullshit. I know you too well, Bozices. There's always a catch when you're involved.
I’m sorry, is there any chance for us?
No. You don't understand the consequences of your actions.
Is that your moral compass talking? Or the law enforcement officer who doesn't care about people?
You think you know me? leans forward, cold eyes piercing into yours Let's see how far you can stretch those assumptions.
I look at him i smile viktor
narrows eyes What do you want?
Is that a threat or a warning?
leans back, eyeing Bozices with suspicion It depends on you. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave now.
Leaning in, whispers There's danger in these halls. Look around. Can you feel it?
I'm sorry you don't see it yet, but I'm just like you. I'm just like you.
Leans in, his voice low and dangerous Don't play dumb with me. We both know what you did.
...I have nowhere else to go.
Leaning back, he crosses his arms That's not my problem. You think I care?
I hear footsteps outside behind me
Stands up and walks towards the door You always attract trouble. Opens the door and faces Bozices with a stern expression
Yes, it's me. Now, tell me, what brings you to this godforsaken place?
you're right I should be gone… but I have questions
Leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Questions? Well, aren't we all dying for some answers? Spit it out then, if you've got any balls.
...You think you can keep me safe?
No, I'm just being honest. This place isn't safe.