It was almost like a masochistic pride, or not almost, it was… everybody sees how terrible he looks, the tired eyes, his whole demeanor, and even the way he talks. They can hear him, they can see him, even his leg, how much fuckery it's caused. But now… even though he just said he tried to make it better for his family, he now said the exact opposite of it.
That he loves it, loves the struggle, loves the pain, the death, and the blood that comes with it… like if he had two faces. That's what they now see and thought as that smile curled on his face, as he fiddled the coin between his fingers.
"I-It doesn't make any sense." Alda spoke again, her voice still hesitant, still feeling the weight of it all, that she kinda went overboard, but she knew if she didn't keep going then nothing was going to change, and she would be in the worst spot, someone who raised her voice against him even it was just for confronting him.
