XFausto: Who told you than, Baptiste? Man gossips like a grandmother.
Serena: 'S just like you to get drove outta you home on account of a worthless metalhead. You got no common sense, not you nor Sal nor even Baptiste, it been that way since Basic. It always been on me t'watch out for you.
Fausto: Funny way you got a lookin' after people.
Serena: I always saw you got the best from Supply, didn't I? Besides, I worked my butt off to get put in the hole. I could see which way the wind blew. Only a fool'd go to the front an' get his bits blown off for enlisted pay.
Fausto: Then the metalhead an' me can be worthless, crippled fools together.
Serena: Is that what's got you soft on him? Cars ain't war, nase (idiot). Don't you go wastin' pity on him. He family back in New Chicago, they got money, real money. You can't tell me he didn't run back to the fold when the price a playin' black sheep got high. Posh Chicago family'd sooner have a metalhead bearin' they name than take him back? I reckon they know somethin' we don't.
Fausto: An' I reckon somebody knows more'n she should.
Serena: 'S just like you to get drove outta you home on account of a worthless metalhead. You got no common sense, not you nor Sal nor even Baptiste, it been that way since Basic. It always been on me t'watch out for you.
Fausto: Funny way you got a lookin' after people.
Serena: I always saw you got the best from Supply, didn't I? Besides, I worked my butt off to get put in the hole. I could see which way the wind blew. Only a fool'd go to the front an' get his bits blown off for enlisted pay.
Fausto: Then the metalhead an' me can be worthless, crippled fools together.
Serena: Is that what's got you soft on him? Cars ain't war, nase (idiot). Don't you go wastin' pity on him. He family back in New Chicago, they got money, real money. You can't tell me he didn't run back to the fold when the price a playin' black sheep got high. Posh Chicago family'd sooner have a metalhead bearin' they name than take him back? I reckon they know somethin' we don't.
Fausto: An' I reckon somebody knows more'n she should.
When last we saw.... Fausto - Serena
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