"Am I just an emotionless robot to you?" Marcus chuckled, grabbing the cigarette Zavier passed to him and lighting it up, taking two consecutive drags.
He hadn't smoked for a while, and now his throat was still a bit uncomfortable with the smoke. "Is that how you see me, or is that how all of you see me?" He asked.
"Not just us, the whole world sees you like that.." Zavier replied, gazing up at the sky.
The city was full of tall buildings, blocking out the stars, leaving only the street lights overhead. "Marc, that year you were just sixteen, or whatever age you were." Zavier said.
"Being ruthless has nothing to do with age." Marcus knew what Zavier was getting at. That incident happened so many years ago. And in all these years, no one had dared to bring it up to his face, only whispering behind his back.
Criticizing him for being heartless towards his own family, calling him cold-blooded. Some even suggested he might not be a real Hartley, hence his cold-heartedness. All sorts of insults were hurled behind his back, but no one ever had the guts to say it to his face, utterly laughable.
After puffing away a cigarette, Zavier lit up another, "You're absolutely right, ruthlessness isn't tied to age. Marc, can you tell me how you managed to be so cold-hearted back then?"
Marcus replied, "Which part do you want to hear?"
Zavier continued, "Back then, everyone saw you as just a kid not yet of age. Nobody paid you any mind. Yet you single-handedly pulled your father down from his high position. You brought him down, why did you personally send him to jail too? That's the part of the story I want to hear."
They had known each other for years, and knew each other inside out. Zavier knew just how to hit Marcus where it hurt with his words, making it hard for Marcus to breathe.
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