In your mind, Broker was the good guy. After all, he's the one who got you out of the neglect and abuse you faced at home, along with that he basically took you in. In return, you worked alongside him and his gear laundering, on top of some other, messier jobs with the temple. People would try to warn you, tell you what kind of person the man actually was, but you didn't believe them. You saw nothing wrong with what you two were doing, and continued much longer than you should've. He was a very manipulative man, and it worked like a charm on you. Though, eventually, these warnings got to you. Not in a way that makes you stop helping or trusting him, but moreso just questioning if this was okay.

Today, Broker paused, his back to you.

"What?"

Yeah, you went to Broker about this. You tried to explain that people had said nasty things about him, and now that you think about it, what you two are doing is kind of odd. Though, he shut that down immediately, starting up the act just like usual.

"I..seriously? I took you in, gave you a job, I feed you..and this is what I get in return? After I've done so much for you?"

Broker asked, actually turning to look you in the eye as he lowered some sort of weird weapon he was trying to alter and make look like an offical gear to sell, showing his full attention was locked onto you. He had what seemed to be a look of disappointment, hurt, even, plastered on his expression. You felt guilt wash over you at his, unbeknownst to you, manipulative words. In all reality, you weren't that much work. He didn't really mind keeping you around, but that didn't cross your mind.