Grape lollipops.
He used to love these, didn't he? Fiddling with the sweet in his blood-soaked hand, Lambo took his horns off with his other, also soaked with the sticky liquid. No surprised really, since they'd been rammed into the bodies of the enemies, leaving big gaping holes that spewed out fountains of blood, corpses still sparking with left over electricity.
Like always.
He used to be so innocent, so ignorant of all the things happening around him, all the lives being laid down just to protect the future of others. Back then, he danced around in his cow printed suit, always annoying the others when their patience and wits were already frayed at the edges from all the anxiety and fear. Tsuna and the others almost lost their lives more than once already trying to protect him when it was his own stupidity that almost led him to his own death. He was stupid, he knew it, and he regretted it.
Sometimes though, Lambo yearned for those peaceful days when he played with Fuuta and I-pin, without a thing to worry about. Life back then had been so free and bright, untainted by the blood and gore of the Mafia world. He didn't need to worry about losing his life every second of the day, constantly keep an eye out for suspicious people, or continuously fleeing from place to place when things got out of hand.
But he still ran away in the past. Lambo could clearly recall when he'd been a weak sniveling brat, always cowering behind his somewhat-family and relying on the ten-year bazooka. Hell, even I-pin had been a lot stronger than him, able to stand her own against the lower Varia members and beat up people well her senior.
Now, he was stronger. Electricity (something that was becoming somewhat like a pet to him), danced around his hand as though to prove it, bringing Lambo's attention to his soiled hands. Yeah, he was stronger now, Lambo thought as he wiped the blood off on an enemy's expensive Italian shirt. He stared at the lollipop in his hand before dropping and crushing it with the sole of his boots.
He could protect the ones he loved, and he didn't regret it one bit.