Tony sighed, lying there, then he slowly removed the pillow from his face and sat up. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to calm himself down. "It's alright... I just think that this could have gone differently if we hadn't gone with my idea... Either way, if I continue to do this, I may as well get a bullet to the head..." he mumbled the last part quietly. "I never wanted to be apart of the Glaciers, I was just dragged into it by force, if I try to quit, they'd kill me. If we keep this white lie going, your gang will kill me. And the way I see things, the gang right now is already putting me through a lot of crap. All the beatings, they are slow and painful, also leading me towards death." This was true, anything he tried, would lead to the same end result. But he had to remember to have Hope, that was a important key factor for himself, to have hope and not give up. But he was running out of places to run to right now.<br/><br/>"Sorry that I'm acting like this, Roslyn... It doesn't have anything to do with you... It's just, my life is already screwed up as it is... I feel that... if the gang members had drowned me in that canal for just a few seconds longer, none of this would have happened... You wouldn't be in this situation, I wouldn't be beaten all the time..." Tony stopped talking for a while, sitting there on his bed, hugging the pillow now. He sounded like a person with no other choices or places to go. His actions would prove useless towards his demise that he knew would come soon if he kept this up.