"...Y-you came."
Falcon kept his eyes fixed on the empty road ahead.
"Of course I did."
His voice remained calm.
"You said this concerns Lorenzo's gold."
Logan lowered his head. For several long seconds He couldn't bring himself to speak. Then without warning tears slowly began rolling down his bruised face.
"...Why?"
His voice trembled.
"...Why, Mr. Falcon?"
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"You could've left me there."
His breathing became uneven.
"The moment Lorenzo caught me... I stopped being useful."
He laughed bitterly through his tears.
"I became nothing more than disposable trash."
He looked toward Falcon.
"So why...?"
His voice cracked.
"Why did you save me?"
Another tear escaped.
"You did the same thing back at King's warehouse..."
His shoulders shook.
"...Why do you keep helping someone like me?"
Falcon remained silent for a while.
Eventually...
He let out a quiet breath.
"Because..."
