[And he almost leaves it close to that, maybe with a passing comment that he got involved the way most kids got involved with gangs by getting in well and truly over their heads. It's a standard non-answer that he's given so many times, it's almost second nature, because it's always been the general rule that every man's past was his own. But that piece of Bruno's past wasn't kept just to himself, and more than one person saw the spectre of his past.]
[He glances at Polnareff, his smile at this point faded and replaced with something else entirely by the time he looks ahead again.]
My father agreed to take two men to an island so that they could fish. He was about to leave when he noticed that one of them left behind their rod, so he went to deliver it. But they weren't there to fish. They were there to make a drug deal. They saw my father and tried to kill him, but he managed to hang on long enough to get to the hospital where they stabilized him.
I knew they weren't going to let him live though. He saw their faces and exactly what they were doing. They came that night to finish it.
So, I did what I had to. I killed them.
[Bruno says this firmly and with his eyes nearly as cold as they were that night, but that doesn't mean he's without feeling. It's quite the opposite. The men he killed have been dead for eight, nearly nine years, but there will always be embers of his hatred and anger for them somewhere beneath the surface.]
I knew that wouldn't be the end of it. More would keep coming for my father. I went to Passione to protect him. I worked up to having my own team and Polpo began favoring me above other officers within a few years. In exchange, my father was kept safe and his medical bills were paid for five years until I was seventeen.
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[And he almost leaves it close to that, maybe with a passing comment that he got involved the way most kids got involved with gangs by getting in well and truly over their heads. It's a standard non-answer that he's given so many times, it's almost second nature, because it's always been the general rule that every man's past was his own. But that piece of Bruno's past wasn't kept just to himself, and more than one person saw the spectre of his past.]
[He glances at Polnareff, his smile at this point faded and replaced with something else entirely by the time he looks ahead again.]
My father agreed to take two men to an island so that they could fish. He was about to leave when he noticed that one of them left behind their rod, so he went to deliver it. But they weren't there to fish. They were there to make a drug deal. They saw my father and tried to kill him, but he managed to hang on long enough to get to the hospital where they stabilized him.
I knew they weren't going to let him live though. He saw their faces and exactly what they were doing. They came that night to finish it.
So, I did what I had to. I killed them.
[Bruno says this firmly and with his eyes nearly as cold as they were that night, but that doesn't mean he's without feeling. It's quite the opposite. The men he killed have been dead for eight, nearly nine years, but there will always be embers of his hatred and anger for them somewhere beneath the surface.]
I knew that wouldn't be the end of it. More would keep coming for my father. I went to Passione to protect him. I worked up to having my own team and Polpo began favoring me above other officers within a few years. In exchange, my father was kept safe and his medical bills were paid for five years until I was seventeen.