Gus Fring and Richard Harrow meet each other in Hell.
Gus, after examining Richard's half face for a while, gives Richard a cordial smile with his half face. "Good morning. My name is Gustavo Fring."
Gus extends his hand for a handshake. Richard examines it for a bit, pondering this man's intentions. Deciding he's harmless, he shakes it in return. "Richard Harrow."
Gus lets go. "May I ask, Mr. Harrow...what happened to your face?"
Richard twitches a bit. "The war."
"Which one?"
"The Great War."
"Ah. I was involved in a war of sorts myself."
Richard grunts. "Is that why half your face is gone, too?"
"Yes."
"How did it happen?"
Gus's smile disappears. "A man in a wheelchair activated a bomb that was made by my meth cook."
Richard stares at Gus blankly, digesting just what the hell he just heard. After about a minute, he grunts and awkwardly walks away.
Fin
