“Napoleon, I am supposed to be the ‘brooding’ partner. What has you in such a contemplative state?”
Illya watched as he partner sighed and sat back in his chair. “Do you ever feel like: What’s the point? We give our blood, sweat and tears for this job and so what. We all end up as worm food, anyway.”
“I have never heard you so pessimistic before. Has something happened?”
“One of my childhood friends just died. I guess that’s coloring how I’m seeing the world and my place in it right now.”
“It will get better, Napoleon.”
“I know, Illya.”
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