Your relationship with Goro was strained. No matter what he’d always see you as a no-good street kid deep down, but that didn’t mean there was love lost for you. He could see how tired you were - a sway in your step and purple beneath the eyes, yet you refused to sleep. He’d had enough, displayed candidly when he’d pull you into his lap and begin patting your lower back.

“Sleep, V. You are running purely on hopes and dreams.” He demanded sternly, his accent peaking through his gruff tone.