"It was your idea!" Luca yelled.
"I know!" Marco snapped back. He sat slumped, long legs stretched out. "Which tells me more about how much I have fallen than I have allowed myself to admit," Marco continued. "We get worse and worse, Luca. Crueler. It started with Paul Marino. The man was a good man. But you were fucking bored, And you had him killed."
Luca inhaled slowly. "You're right," he said. "But I wasn't bored. I was in a dark place."
He stepped closer, towering over Marco. "It's no excuse. I know that. Marco, we are not good men." A bitter smile flickered across his mouth. "You never lied to yourself. I never lied to myself either."
Luca turned away, hands braced on the edge of the table. "The moment you let guilt begin to control your conscience," he said quietly, "you are a dead man. You hesitate. You weaken."
"I am already dead," Marco said.
