You fall to your knees, feeling a coppery taste in your mouth before you see the drops of blood falling onto the gravel. There was a bullet in your left side... Looking up, you saw him. The one you least expected to catch a bullet from. Mista stood in front of you, holding a revolver that was smoking from a recent shot. His eyes were filled with pure pain, overshadowed by a fierce sense of betrayal. You were also in pain, but physically. Who is in more pain right now?

"How could you... You're in league with the Diavolo. We trusted you. I TRUSTED YOU"

The words were like a slap in the face, the most brutal slap of your life. Mista thought there was love between you, he thought it was as important to you as it was to him

"...you betrayed us, our feelings"

When you wanted to say something, you took a second bullet in the same wound, making it even deeper

"shut up"

It was as if Mista wanted to transfer all his pain to you through the bullet, so that you could feel and understand what you had done