Firo shakes his head, dismissive. "People are the same everywhere." And they're mostly awful; he won't question what Sato says he's seen, because he's sure it's true.
He fiddles with a few buttons as he thinks. Bam, death by ghost. "All of my friends became immortal with me." All but one, that is. Firo opts not to think about Claire's eventual fate. "Not to brag or anything."
He continues very firmly, as if he's never considered that there might be another truth than what he's sharing now. Because he hasn't, not since he found the Martillos. "Sounds like you just need better friends, if you can find 'em. If somebody'd sell you out, then they're not a friend or family at all and you shouldn't waste any time on 'em."
It's easy when it's so black and white. Having been put in a position where he chose all of his family, it seems very straightforward to Firo, though many lonely years attest that it's not easy.
I swear I heard sad violins while reading that tag
He fiddles with a few buttons as he thinks. Bam, death by ghost. "All of my friends became immortal with me." All but one, that is. Firo opts not to think about Claire's eventual fate. "Not to brag or anything."
He continues very firmly, as if he's never considered that there might be another truth than what he's sharing now. Because he hasn't, not since he found the Martillos. "Sounds like you just need better friends, if you can find 'em. If somebody'd sell you out, then they're not a friend or family at all and you shouldn't waste any time on 'em."
It's easy when it's so black and white. Having been put in a position where he chose all of his family, it seems very straightforward to Firo, though many lonely years attest that it's not easy.