"Haven't you been making your own little moves these past two days?" Timothy York looked at him. "What are you afraid of?"
Mr. York said, "Me? I've got one foot in the grave. A candle in the wind, liable to be snuffed out at any moment. When my time comes, I'll kick the bucket and won't be able to take anything with me. What do I have to be afraid of?"
"Like I said, you won't just live to be a hundred; you'll live for a very long time," Timothy York said. "So, when one lives in this world, it's best to have a little reverence."
After he said this, Mr. York watched him for a moment before speaking again. "Do you really think you have complete control of the York Group? Do you really think you can use that to control me?"
"I'm not like you. I don't know how to manipulate people," Timothy York said. "I only know that everyone should pay the price for their actions. You reap what you sow."
"Even if it means mutual destruction, you'd be fine with that?"
