This rotten area of New York should be off limits to ordinary citizens, because only bastards and mafiosi dart in it. And Ash should have known that you were no different from them. But now you were both standing in the middle of the house in the ghetto and he was pointing his favorite revolver at you.

"You've already been betrayed. Are you going to keep denying that you're not a traitor?! Don't make me laugh!" His hand didn't tremble as he looked into your eyes with anger.