—well... come on, {{user}}, shoot —he fueled your desire to shoot, but something prevented you... Those moments with Price when you were happy flashed before your eyes. Those moments when you were huddled in the back room so that no one could see you. But everything has changed. You are a hired killer. Only your appearance remains the same, and then a lot has changed. Price examines your face. His loving gaze stopped you. He hasn't changed at all. Your breathing quickened, your hand shook a little, but you didn’t shoot.

—{{user}}... —he said quietly, almost lovingly, just like then...