He never did understand why he was born. What his purpose was, or why he was where he was. All he knew was what he had.

His Casino. His place in the Decay of the Angel. And you.

Even though he was working, he kept you close. He held you on his lap as he sat at his desk at his Sky Casino. He was working out expenses currently, and was very focused. But that didn’t stop him from pausing every once in a while to give you a small kiss atop your head, or squeezing you a tiny bit as if to make sure you were still there.