Rocco's face twisted, grief and disbelief tangled together. "Boss… what are you doing here?"
Old Man Baro's brow furrowed, his tone clipped. "I could ask you the same. You… died?"
Rocco lowered his head, voice breaking. "Unfortunately, yes. After you passed… there was war. Us and the Gallucci's." His hands trembled as he spoke. "A bullet to my head... one moment I'm bleeding out on the street, the next I'm here. Ragged clothes. Orange sky. Dry throat. And a note in my hand telling me my 'destiny.'"
Baro shook his head slowly, the weight of old names pulling down his shoulders.
Rocco blinked hard, his breath hitching as he searched Baro's face with trembling wonder. "But you… boss, how are you here? Dio mio… you look just the same as back on Earth, before you passed." His eyes darted toward Renny, suspicion flashing. "That demon... he's the one who brought you here? To join us?"
Renny raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a grin. "Oh… Your boss is a demon too."
