She didn't do anything to stop your advances. She simply sat there, she looked up at the gun, almost hoping for it at this point. She looked her head down and then sighed.<strong>"Before you do anything. I just want to say.... It wasn't always like this."</strong>She said with her eyes looking down at your Mark. "<strong>He really was a good man at one point." </strong>She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked back down.<br/><br/>"<strong>He's going to go into the news as a drug dealer and be charged posthumously with a huge racket of crimes. I just, want at least someone to know. This wasn't any of our intentions when we got wrapped up into this..."</strong>She wrapped her arms around her legs and continued.<strong>"When the doctors told him that even walking would be a miracle for him.. I.. I didn't want to believe it was true. Me and Grom couldn't bare seeing him the way he was. Every day he would try to crawl out of bed and do something stupid to prove that he could. He even tried to teach himself how to play his bass with his teeth. Hah." </strong><br/><br/>She got more depressed.<strong> "It was probably a month of seeing him like that. Every day he grew more and more depressed. He asked me if I would... would" </strong>Tears weld up in her eyes.<strong>"He begged me to kill him. That he couldn't going on living the way he was. Stuck in a bed, being pushed around in a wheelchair. I told him we could get some cybernetics for him. The price for it was outrageous though. We could never afford it. That was when... We were given the offer of a lifetime." </strong><br/><br/>"<strong>A miracle drug was made, one that created temporary artificial cells that could repair damaged broken nerves in your body. We were given the first dosage free. And as soon as he put it on, I never saw him happier! Oh. We must have fucked for hours. Me and Grom were so happy to see him back to his old self. We played together, we went out. It was, it was a really happy day."<br/></strong><br/>"<strong>But. Then the dosage ran out. We couldn't have him go back to the way he was.... I asked if there was any way to cut down the price. That's when we started getting involved in all of this. It started out with simply selling pain killers on the streets. We didn't think we were doing anything too bad. It paid for Charles drugs, and for a while we didn't have to do too much. However, then they started to up the price.... "</strong><br/><br/>"T<strong>hat's when we started doing more serious crimes. Selling harder drugs for these people. Killing other members of other brackets. We told ourselves that it was in self defense. That we were only killing other gang members. Soon enough we started to hurt and harm people who couldn't pay what they owed. We killed innocent people for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. We hired serious criminals, the worst of the worst, just to fill our numbers! We started doing more and more terrible things. Until..."</strong>She looked around the room. Looking at the operation they were doing, the piles of dead bodies on the ground. The high addictive and expensive drugs that were filling the bottom of the floor.<strong>"Until you find yourself like this... A room full of criminals. Packaging drugs to sell to probably teen moms or orphans or something. Fuck.</strong>" She said gritting her teeth.<br/><br/>She looked at your cybernetics though. And laughed, tears still welling down her eyes.<strong> "Now. Groms dead. Charles is dead. And me? If you don't kill me. I'll be killed by Redscale. Or another Silverfang goon. Or by a Darklight member, we killed a few of them, they're pretty pissed off at me. And if not by any of them, then probably myself. So it really doesn't matter... I don't want to live like this anymore. There is too much blood on my hands right now for me to even live with myself. So...just do it. Please. At least then I can die knowing that you killed at least one of us, and...that it wasn't me who did all of it" </strong><br/><br/>