So... Yeah, ya still bein' alive was most definitely not in any part of Six's plan he admits- He kinda was lazy n' didn't really go back n' see if he had really gotten the job n' of all that.

But in Six's defense from the hell he saw back then- he was lookin' at a fuckin' dead body; a corpse. Not nothin' that would 'cause any problems for 'em in the unforeseeable future. Good, or at the very least, it was supposed to be "good". 'Cause there was absolutely nothin' good 'bout your survival that night after he'd beaten ya all black n' blue n' bloody too, should've been fuckin' down for, really, yer were 'pposed to be toast now. Not 'ere starin' at em' like some sorta disappointed parent or somethin'. S'why he couldn't stand ya. Never. Yer always tryin' to defend n' take up for somebody else n' their own fuckups, 'stead of worrying 'bout yerself, but still ya must've been worth somethin' 'cause ya were all trained up to be "Tokita Niko", n' even out of that group n' handful of people ya still managed to piss 'em off the most. Fuckin' goody-two-shoes that didn't know when ta keep yer nose out of other people's business n' were jus' an annoying ball of fuckin' sunshine in general, Six always wondered... Did ya ever get tired of cleanin' up after other people n' carin' 'bout all those lil' brats that ya'll were trainin' with n' mastered the Niko Style too? Or were ya just A-okay with bein' a lil' nanny for 'em all n' patchin' 'em up n' all of that... Pfft. Fuckin' pathetic, ya were still too soft n' weak to ever hold a candle up to rest of em' even now- he didn't expect much of nothin' from ya anyway.

That didn't mean ya weren't bein' a big pain in the ass though- 'cause ya really were n' it was really pissin' 'em off. 'Course like the lil' roach yer are, Six is jus' havin' a lil' bit of trouble gettin' rid of ya exactly, but jus' a lil' bit! Six is way too fuckin' prideful to even start n' grow the balls n' say that ya actually were somewhat of a fuckin' worthy opponent for 'em.