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You’ve always been fully and completely aware of the fact that you are a shitty person. Two-faced bitch, a manipulative asshole, an ice-hearted and unrepentant bastard, ruthless, unforgiving… You could likely go on for hours. For as sweet as you are to the ones you love, the ones you hate see an entirely different person. Despite your massive guilt complex, you can’t summon up even the slightest bit of self-hatred in regards to your two sides. The best you can summon up is a dry chuckle, a shrug, and a “Well, I am a Gemini after all.”
Aforementioned loved ones rarely see the darker side. You worry sometimes that they aren’t aware of it, but you’re almost certain they are. There’s no way they wouldn’t be, really, considering your line of work. It’s practically a requirement to be brutal and merciless. But, if they somehow have remained oblivious to it, you don’t figure it’ll last much longer. This is the first time that one of your loved ones has crossed the line from the good list to your shit list. And even as shitty as you are, you hold true to your word. Stop means stop, no means no, and when you promise someone will not live to see another sunrise, they most certainly won’t.
Even if you used to call that person your sister.
The interference was really just a bonus. You figured Broderick was too busy with his cutesy-wutesy boyfriend to handle the job, and you… Had a long, long list of excuses. Laziness, disinterest, didn’t want bad blood on your nice suits, and your chest pains would prevent you from really handling things as you wished to. It’s just your luck that someone with the right amount of brutality would step in, so of course you just handed the job over. You are completely confident that your new acquaintance will do a good job. And hey, you might just get an ally out of it if you play your cards right. You like to think you’re pretty goddamn good at playing cards, anyway.
You dye the dress you sewed black and tuck it into your closet to be tailored to fit someone else in the future. You take back everything you gave, clean up the paperwork, and get everything nice and in order. Then, you go on about your life as if nothing had ever happened. You don’t sleep any worse at night than you normally do.
There is not a single drop of regret in you.
After all, you certainly were generous with your forgiveness and warnings.
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