“You’re going to have to face him eventually.”
“I know.”
“Worried about what he’s gonna do?”
“Worried if I’ll be asked to atone for more than my error. And by asked, I mean commanded. And by atone, I mean crushed.”
“He’s fair. Friend to mankind, or so I’ve been told.”
“He’s the Master Thief, the Perfect Pugilist, and more capricious than I ever could be. Or so I have experienced.”
“… You’re going to have to face him.”
“Yea. Fuck you, too.”