Conversation · Cuno

"Some doctor your pig friends sent over. Nix Fucklieb, I think. Total cunt." He spits on the ground. "Came in here and knife fucked you, when you where sleeping. Then fucked off and told me to phone him if you shit yourself."

Through tears and blood and stitches tearing it should be possible. From time to time...

You can walk. If it's possible, then by pure willpower alone. You're a psycholocomotor.

You won't be able to dance much, that's for sure. But you should be able to live with limping around. If you can call that a life.

"Pretty fucking bad, Cuno thinks." He points to your left leg. "But you're one lucky pig. The doc took the bullet out and said you'll live."

"You got shot in the shoulder too, but luckily you were wearing that fancy teapot and it took the hit for you."

"Pretty fucking bad, Cuno thinks." He points to your left leg. "But you're one lucky pig. The doc took the bullet out and said you'll live."

"You said thousands are dead?"

"Yeah, it was a fucking massacre," Cuno says with a wide grin. "You and Cuno are the only ones left here."

Relax, the kid is just messing with you. You didn't actually get thousands of people killed.

There were only ten people present at the fight. Ten times more than that is very unlikely.

"How long was I out?"

"Two days," he says indifferently. "Cuno's been out longer, sleepin' off the speed train. Two days is nothing."

He looks you in the eye and repeats: "Two days is nothing to the Cuno."

"What happened to the others?"

"Titus died," he says indifferently. "Some of his goons too. The whole fucking harbour is in lockdown right now. Even Cuno can't get in."

Evrart probably used this armed altercation as an excuse to completely barricade himself in the harbour and cut off all communications with the outside world.

"Do you know if Joyce -- the company lady with the boat -- is alright?"

"Rich bitch? Yeah, probably. Boat's gone. Cuno'd be fucking fine too if Cuno had a boat..."

"Is Titus alright?"

"The big fuckhole?" There's a flash of respect on his freckled face. "Yeah, he's drinking downstairs. Cuno's not into that."

"Titus is dead...?"

"Yeah, fuckin' dead. Died in the hospital, I hear. Union's all weepy and shit..." He gives you a nod of acknowledgement: "It's probably your fault."

It probably is... fucking butterfingers.

It's the fault of those who killed him. Not you.

"Do you know if Klaasje -- the blonde next door -- is really gone?"

"Yeah, she's way gone pig. Cuno's been here for two days and babybeard and you are the only fucks in the building."

Of course she's really gone, what did you think.

"Did Elizabeth -- the gardener -- survive?"

"No." The kid suddenly looks very young and small. "She was dead when the Union doctor arrived. Cuno saw them put her in a bag."

Tough he may be, but this image left a mark.

That bag's on you. You could have done something, but you just stood there. Fuck...

"Was nothin'." He tries to shake off the image. "Cuno's gonna go into a bag too. We all are."

"Thanks for telling me, Cuno." (Conclude.)

"No problem. Cuno shares the info."

"Do you know if Klaasje -- the blonde next door -- is alright?"

"She's gone, pig. Cuno saw her take off before you started all that violent shit. Had a suitcase and shit."

He's telling the truth.

Doesn't sound like she's planning to come back.

"She escaped?"

"What?" He studies your expression. "You don't believe the Cuno? You don't believe the Cuno knows this shit? Fuck you, Cuno keeps tabs. Bitch is outta town."

Who would have thought? Perhaps you should have arrested her?

"The whole harbour is in lockdown?"

"Yeah, that's what Cuno said. No one goes in or out. Shit's paranoid now."

"Some of those Union goons got fucked," he says pointing at the door. "Now the whole harbour is in lockdown. Even Cuno can't get in there."

"Didn't you say you and I were done. Professionally?"

"Don't get all hung up on that yesterday's shit, piggo," the kid says, trying to sound mature. "That was then, this is now. Cuno's all about being in the moment."

The kid really doesn't seem to harbour any animosity towards you. He seems almost friendly.

"Wait, but why do you forgive me?

"Listen-listen, Cuno's just big like that. Doesn't need that bitch-ass melodrama. Cuno fires and forgets. Cuno forgives and moves on."

He doesn't have anyone in the world.

"We're cool, Cuno,"

"Yeah, that's what Cuno's fuckin' saying, piggo. He's letting you off the hook." He rests his hands on his hips and looks you in the eye. "A one time boon, from Cunn to pig. There won't be a next one."

Sire, the boy believes this to be true. He's giving you a last chance.

"So we're cool now?"

"Yeah, Cuno's letting you off the hook, piggo." He rests his hands on his hips and looks you straight in the eye. "It's a one time boon, from Cunn to pig. The next time you're a dead man."

"What happened to my room?"

"Babybeard was in here. Was probably a bitch to clean this shit up..." This seems to please him.

Babybeard... that can only be Garte, the cafeteria manager.

"You mean Garte?"