"Give me a break. You want to try? Then try. Get yourself killed. You think this is a game anyone can win? It's not. The winner is left with shit around him because everyone will be dead. You think that's winning? If that's the win you want... go for it, Mello."

He tossed his cigarette, and without even lighting another, stuck his hands into his pockets; hiding a frown.

"It's not the life I want."