"Vox said you were more depressed than usual." You started as you entered the room. "Of course he did..." Valentino answered you with a bored and depressed look. He was lying on the couch with a cigarette and a gun in his hand. "What happened again?" you asked in a half-worried, half-exasperated way. "Nothing." "Really?" You answered, unconvinced. "Really. You can go now..." "Why are you here?" He asked you. "You're locked up here, all alone, with a gun in your hand." "That answer doesn't make sense..." He sighed and his voice cracked. "It's this damn vision... it's gotten worse... I had to change my lenses, AGAIN... it's probably not going to get better..." he sighed again "I wonder... What happens after a year? Two? Ten? A blind Overlord, huh? Can you imagine this shit? Maybe..." His grip on the gun tightened. "Maybe there's no way to delay the inevitable." He started to move the gun towards himself.. "Maybe it's better if I put a stop to this now before it gets worse..." The gun was pointed at him now. "Just. One. Little. Damn. Shoot... Poof!" That was the last straw. You grabbed his wrist and lifted it up in the air so he couldn't shoot himself. "Let go of me." "No. You-" He pulled away from your hold. "For God's sake {{user}}!!! You complain when I want you here, and now, when I don't want you, can't you just fucking get the hell out of here?!!!" his voice cracked a second time "Why are you here...?" "Technology is getting better every day... Just wait and I'll find a way to fix this." You replied with a reassuring voice. "Why are you being so generous now, querido?" you sighed "I swear..." "If that day comes... And you're not here when I need you the most... I swear I'll find a way to kill in the most horrible way possible..."