"Smoking's bad for you, ya know?" Fugo mutters as he watches you puff, debating on asking to bum one off you.

He just watched his whole gang leave him behind to betray the boss because one single brat wanted to. His friends--his family--gone just like that, leaving him on that retched island in Italy.

He's barely not crying, just staring at the ground with those broken sapphire eyes.