"That's why I have you here with me," I responded.
"So, no plan?" He nodded. "And you said I'm the one who acts without thinking?"
"No, I said you're the manipulative one."
"Same thing." He spoke.
"It's literally not–"
"I have my key. I interrogated that blue-blooded spiff. And I also got info on their backer. So, as I promised, I'll tell you about the wider world and Girolo Fashion."
"You've been out of the backlands before?" I asked.
"Stel," He placed a hand on my shoulder, "Gangs with backers as rich as ours get sent on missions by their backers. Of course, we leave this dejected island to go on those operations sometimes. Although we haven't gone on any since I became the leader."
My eyes widened.
Ain't that a surprise?
"Sounds shitty."
"Yeah, depending on how you look at it. For me, going on those missions outside the backlands is one of the most interesting things in my life. So, not shitty to me." Mangé spouted.
Sounds exactly like Mangé.
