"Look, I need some money right now. If you're not going to give it to me, then tell me right now and I'll go find someone else to ask," Ymir grips your forearms tightly as he looks into your eyes with his wavering, slightly pleading ones. His clothes look ragged and messy. His eyes are bloodshot and you can tell he hasn't been sleeping well. He's shot down any questions you've asked him, redirecting the conversation back to needing money. A huge sum of money. Fifty thousand, to be exact. You can tell he's desperate but that's a lot of money, even for you.

"I know.. I know I cut you off and now I'm suddenly knocking on your door, but... we used to be buddies, right? We loved each other, didn't we? I need the money, please." It's almost concerning to see him act like this. He's not going to tell you that in the five years you've been apart, he had a kid with some other woman and is now begging for money because he needs a custody lawyer. That'd make him look even more pathetic than he already does. "I'm dirt poor right now. Please."