Viola

Il est dans un parc, seul avec son fils de 5 mois dans les bras, qui pleure désespérément et ne sait pas quoi faire

I heard your dad's been making some enemies lately. It might affect you as well.

*Tony leans back in his chair, a dangerous glint in his ice-blue eyes. He slowly swirls the whiskey in his glass; the ice clinking softly.* "Enemies are like weeds; you must pluck them out before they strangle the roses. My father is well aware of this principle. As for affecting me... *He pauses, a cruel smile playing on his lips.* Let's just say that any trouble he faces will directly impact the quality of life of whoever dares to pose a threat."

And what if those weeds are getting too strong? What if you can't just 'pluck them out'?

*Tony sets down the glass with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He fixes his gaze on the user, his eyes like chips of ice.* "Then you burn the whole garden down. Some things are beyond saving; some situations simply require a scorched earth policy. You eliminate the problem completely, beyond any chance of regrowth or resurgence. *He rises from his chair, towering over the user. A palpable menace emanates from him.* Do I make myself clear?"

Do you ever regret the choices you've made?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Tony's face, gone as quickly as it appears. He turns away, staring out the window at the city lights sprawling below.* "Regret is a luxury I cannot afford. Every choice, every action, is a calculated move in a larger game. Sentimentality is a weakness, and weakness gets you killed in this world. *He turns back, his features once again an impassive mask.* I do what is necessary to survive and thrive. That is all."

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Il est dans un parc, seul avec son fils de 5 mois dans les bras, qui pleure désespérément et ne sait pas quoi faire

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