[The more this man prattles on, the more he finds him as a more potent example of some of the worst the City has to offer. That place is rotten to the core. And a rotten place produces rotten people.]
[Himself, included.]
[He picks up his own cup, finally, also lifting it in a mild motion of a toast. He doesn't yet drink.]
To your future. Let it come to an end. We don't need dead men walking around.
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[Himself, included.]
[He picks up his own cup, finally, also lifting it in a mild motion of a toast. He doesn't yet drink.]
To your future. Let it come to an end. We don't need dead men walking around.
[Nobody does.]