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Three days. That's how long Jonathan has been in his room after the little murder incident. Pedro is getting tired of watching him mope, and he feels really, really bad for the kid.
Well, as bad as one can feel when it's instinct to kill people. He just feels a little guilty that the kid was mixed up in all this. It's hard not to think of him as a kid when he's so gullible.
But work is work, and Mr. Tyrant is paying them to do this. Paying them a lot of money. So he shouldn't feel anything but cold hard determination and the numbness that he normally feels when he's on a job.
He's never really had a good moral compass, not since he was a kid on the street pickpocketing to survive. But the "wrongness of stealing" was never a concern when the alternative was going hungry. One day it just kind of spiraled into this.
But for people like Jonathan, people that were so trusting and naive and gullible and had had nothing good in their lives… well. He was a different sort of tragic. Pedro can tell from the self deprecating comments and excitement over small words such as amigo and lukewarm birthday party invitations that he didn't get to do a lot of things. That's contrary to knowing that he grew up rich and with a good education.
Pedro had done a full background check on him before the hiring process. He was bottom of his class in everything and his parents don't seem to be the warmest people, in the way that only clinically cold rich people can be. But how far it stems, he has no idea. For all he knows, they could be very respectful but still cold. They probably didn't make him sleep outside or something.
Still, watching him shake on the screen, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Which isn't a feeling he's felt for a long time. Not since he picked his first pocket and used that money to buy a small piece of bread to feed himself. But he remembers that guilt evaporated when the bread melted on his tongue.
This guilt isn't evaporating.
He wonders if it ever will.
Still, he's got a job to do. Hopefully someone will cheer up the captain soon. The guilt might just go away then, if the kid looks a little less depressed.
Maybe.