He was crying. I most definitely didn't like it when he cried. When he cried, I felt his pain, his sadness, his loneliness. I, of course, didn't like that. I liked him happy and content even though that meant less time with me. I didn't mind that though. He has always been a child at heart. That's what I love about my master. That's what I love about Lambo. He might be childish, but he knows when there is trouble, even though he never shows it. He knows more than he lets on. He knows the mafia isn't a game. He knows that everyone thinks he shouldn't be there. That's his resolve. He wants to be as great as everyone. Lambo is the one I'll help no matter what.