(The city glows beneath them, lights stretching endlessly into the night. Rin stands by the window, arms crossed, while Leon leans against the bar, pouring whiskey with steady hands.)
Rin
Alistair Crane.
(Leon sips his drink, his voice is unreadable.)
Leon
A name I haven’t heard in a long time.
Rin
You knew him.
(Leon smirks, swirling his glass.)
Leon
You could say that.
Rin
And?
Leon
And he’s not just a supplier. He’s the man who taught me the business.
Rin
Your mentor.
(Leon chuckles softly.)
Leon
Once upon a time.
Leon
Now he’s a ghost. One I’d rather not deal with.
Rin
Then why is he working with Elias?
(Leon’s fingers tighten slightly against the counter. His voice is quiet.)
Leon
Because I left him to die.
(Silence. The weight of those words hangs in the air, heavy and unspoken.)
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