Sometimes, he felt sorry for the pawns.
After all, they were people, most of them trying to get out
of the gutter that he had put them in. They ran his drug labs, walked his
streets, attacked who he said to attack, take the rap when he ordered them to.
He treated them as nicely as they deserved, and protected
them to a degree. They were his pawns, and as their king, he felt some duty to
protect them.
But then when he realised that he was just another pawn for
a queen above him… Then he stopped feeling sorry.
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