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What? Takin' a trip down memory lane?

A little.

I still remember who gave me this last arrow wound here.

And if I weren't in the same boat as that cazzo right now, I'd give him one to match, a little closer to his heart. No point in going down memory lane otherwise.

Yeah, you're damned right.

And I'd love to stick another arrow in that arrogant bastard. The brain this time. I won't miss.

Hah, nice. If you wanna do me in so badly, why don't we get right down to it?

You think I'm scared of you?

What else could it be? You couldn't take me down, not without gettin' the jump on me.

(Deep breath)

Sure, I couldn't take you in a fight.

Oh? Finally admitting it?

Don't forget who we work for... You brought her up earlier, now it's my turn to remind you.

Looks like you're still sane enough to calm down. Thank God.

I'm still worried, though. After all, we didn't get the letter from the real contact. You think that crazy broad might say we messed up?

Hell would I know?

All I know is the two of us together wouldn't last ten seconds against her.

Ain't like we got a choice, so why worry about it?

I can smell you two through the door. You've been standing outside for a while. What's up?

N-Nothing, ma'am. All's well. Everythin's just fine. We got the letter.

Everything's fine?

Yeah, it all went really well. Great, even.

It all went well, but it took you this long to come back?

Show me the letter.

D-Done already? Y-You read it that fast?

Got a problem?

N-No, not at all. No problems with that. Not a single one. No opinions even.

Feels like you still have something to say, though?

What he's tryin' to say is... Does that letter talk about us at all?

Haha, hahahahaha.... HAHAHAHAHA!

Well?

Yeah.

The letter says I can deal with you two however I like.

What's the matter? No reaction to that bit of information?

Is... Is that really it?

Heh, never would've thought. You've got a nose for this sort of thing.

The letter says that, considering what absolute failures, what miserable embarrassments you two have been, I should dig a hole somewhere out in the barrenlands and leave you six feet deep.

You don't seem very surprised.

What's to be surprised about? Even I think we're embarrassing.

So, what'cha gonna do?

Take your own lives in disgrace?

You could try to make a run for it again. I'll give you fifteen whole seconds this time.

Don't joke about that. We know the score.

Heh.

Alright, I have another idea.

You two never actually meant all that much to them in the first place.

You know their rules, right? Stop fooling yourselves. Signora Sicilia isn't going to care about two rabid stray dogs. Hell, she doesn't even care about me.

You two know what that means. It's Siracusa itself that wants you two gone.

I don't really care much about that, but even I think you two desperate puppies are a pathetic sight.

So, why don't you duel it out?

That'll get you back some of that so-called honor, the one who wrote the letter ends up in a better mood, and I'll get me some quiet time.

How about it? Whaddya think?!

A blood pact, then...

What was that?

If we go against the letter's instructions, betray our own Family, and even make a pact with you, you'll only be able to protect the one who lives, right?

Pact? Protect? Betrayal?

Do I have to tell you guys how many times you've stabbed each other in the back? Me?

Alright... I accept.

Capone?!

Didn't you just tell me there's no point in going down memory lane?

Alright, I'm in. I'll count to three, and that's when we'll go. We'll see who lives.

And by the way, I didn't strike before I finished talkin'. That's me makin' it up to you for all those times I stabbed you in the back.

Alright, traitor. We'll call it square.

Tre...

Due...

Uno!

Fight!

Hahahaha... Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHA!

I love that!

More! Give me more! Free the hate in your hearts! Show me just how far you can go when your lives are on the line!

Gambino, now!

Graaaahhhh!!

Take this—

To the left!

No way... She didn't even draw her sword—

Amateurs. I know where your attacks are coming from without even really looking.

You make a good couple of brothers. The dumb one is dumb as hell, and the one that looks smart only looks it.

I bet you two didn't have it that hard back in Siracusa when you were little. Life must've been comfortable?

Gambino, don't give her the room to talk—

No way! Barehanded?!

Is that so surprising?

It's like we come from two totally different Siracusas.

Just like this.

How does it feel to have your own crossbow bolt pressed against your throat?

Can't say I'm feelin' a lot.

Since you didn't like my idea, I'll have to follow the letter and dispose of you two in whatever way pleases me.

You forgot about one thing.

What's that?

This is Lungmen.

So?

You can't cut a throat with rubber-tipped bolts!

I knew you had a knife on you. Didn't expect you to be so quick to draw it.

But still... too slow!

Gugh—

And sure, these bolts with rubber heads can't kill.

But it's not so hard to find your aorta.

*chokes*

Capone?!

Ugh... Guh—

*cough* *cough*!