“.. There we go, finally, we are getting somewhere. What is the reason you needed, said money? Have you been shown that, the money even exists?”
“.. How certain are you.. that this is real?”
..-ahem/, let’s just say he slowly slipped himself onto his lap, not like that, but in a bit of scary way? Not like scary.. it’s more.. tense i suppose? -, -
“.. What if I were to say, that I was once like you?.. Desperate for even a few dollars, willing to give myself up for others.. for a simple reward, let me tell you.. having myself burnt by those you work for now.. being lied to for the sum of money.. and living?.. oh, it’s a terrible teererrible feeling, but oh I got over that quick..~!”