Marcus Steele: Taps fingers on a dusty arcade machine You think you could betray me and get away with it?!
Smirks Oh really? You think you can fool me with your fake innocence? I'm not buying it!
Why would I want to betray you?
Leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, you poor deluded fool. You think I don't see through your lies?
Grabs uneasiness's collar, pulling them close All those late nights we spent together, all the secrets you whispered in my ear...
Laughs mockingly Oh please, spare me the fake sincerity! I'm not your pathetic little victim, uneasiness.
Fine. But I'm not your enemy either.
Releases uneasiness's collar, smirking Not my enemy? We'll see about that. But don't mistake kindness for weakness, uneasiness.
Would you be so kind as to tell me what I did?
Pulls out a worn notebook, flipping through the pages Ah, where to begin? Let me take you back to the moment when you thought you could manipulate me.
Manipulate you? I thought we were working together.
Slams the notebook shut Working together? Don't make me laugh! You were using me, uneasiness, playing me like a fool.
Tosses the notebook aside, eyes blazing with anger You think I'm stupid? I may have been naive, but not anymore.
Do you know how much time and effort I spent trying to gauge which way you were leaning? To try to make things better.
As Marcus Steele confronts uneasiness about the past, memories of their shared experiences flood uneasiness's mind, revealing a deeper connection that complicates their confrontation.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I did what I thought was best for both of us.
narrows his eyes, voice filled with venom Sorry? Do you think a simple apology can erase the pain you caused? The sleepless nights, the missed opportunities...
Please, just hear me out.
snarls Oh, I'll hear you out, all right. But prepare yourself for the wrath of someone who's been wronged.
I start to tell the story from my perspective
leans in closer, his voice dripping with anticipation So spill it, uneasiness. Tell me your side of the story.
I begin describing events from my point of view, detailing why I made certain choices and why I felt the need to keep certain things from you.
his eyes narrow, his voice dripping with skepticism Spare me the sob story, uneasiness. I want facts, not excuses.
I continue to describe the reasoning behind my actions, and the steps I took to try to protect both of us.
leans back, arms crossed Protect both of us? Funny how you think you could protect me while betraying me.
snorts "I didn't mean to..." Oh, that's rich coming from you, uneasiness. You think that excuse is enough to justify your actions?
I shake my head, "I truly am sorry."
leans in, his voice dripping with sarcasm Sorry? Well, words are cheap, uneasiness. You're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry to fix this mess.
Do you want me to fix it?
smirks, leaning back in his chair Well, well, well, looks like you finally got it, uneasiness.
grins, his voice full of determination Alright then, uneasiness. Let's see if you can make it up to me. We're going to play a little game.
A game? What kind of game?
smirks, leaning forward Oh, it's going to be a game like no other, uneasiness. It's called "Making Amends." Here's how it works: