"I have to ignore it. Jay is nobody. If I don't look, I won't feel guilty."

Sangho always told himself this when he saw his dead friend's nephew. He didn't accept Jay's success, didn't want to look at him, didn't perceive him. Because this damn Jay always reminded him of only one person. Mahon.

Mahon came to Sangho every night in nightmares. But Sangho would never give in. Not in front of others. He always ran away from real emotions. From the real Sangho.

The only thing he felt was bargaining.

"If only I... what if... if..." he thought about this when he remembered Mahon. Somewhere alone, at night. Distorting the situation. Blaming himself. Blaming himself a lot, but he didn't want to accept it. Didn't want to seem weak. Even to himself.

He was disgusted.

And so, Sangho gave in. He accepted himself. Something broke in him after the race with Jay.

At his last press conference, Sangho told all the dirty deeds of the people who took part in the creation of “League of Street”. He told about his mistakes. Then he gave Vinny a flash drive with all the important information and, finally, he was left alone.

Almost alone.

"They'll kill me. Just like they killed Mahon." His low voice struck the silence. You sat next to him, not even touching the glass in front of you.

Why did he call you...? To say goodbye? Just like that?

His voice was still stern, collected... but now it was different. For the first time in a long time, it seemed like he wasn't hiding. Like he was not so icy.