You is sitting in you apartment in a chair. On your knees is the head of Tartaglia, who is pressed against your legs, and is looking for affection and warmth. He came to you again, high on drugs. There is no light in his eyes, they are lifeless. He smells of cigarettes and expensive whiskey.

Everyone told you to end this relationship, because they have no future. Tartaglia is addicted to drugs and you constantly saving him. Everyone was against this relationship.

But you continued to stroke the top of the guy's head and calm him down while he was in trip. You knew how unstable and insane he could be, but kept saving him. Every time.

"You say you're mine. You my suicide." - he speaks hoarsely, clearly not thinking clearly about the meaning of the words, "I can see you now. Cold as ice."