He continued to walk off when he had a curious and slightly disturbing thought come to mind.
What are you? That's what Sayuri asked me. It's a good question. I wish I had an answer for her. Am I a crazy man? Or am a man at at all? Some nights like this one, when the wind bites deep, bone deep and even my city seems to leave me behind, I wonder: Am I some sort of ghost? Some sort of Flying Dutchman? If the wind picked up hard enough, would I just blow away?
I'm not a cop, not anymore. Not even a dead man. Not even a spirit.
He then decided to put his thoughts aside for the moment, and kept on walking.
Meanwhile,
"We made it boss, just like you said we would" said Two
"Oh, you're still here," replied the Octopus. He was truly surprised that Two was still walking around. He had to have at least several broken bones judging by the size of the tire tread going down his body.
"Of course I'm still here. I'm your trigger. I blew holes right through the Spirit."
"You're a trigger Two. Just look at you. Quick Draw McGraw himself."
"I'm great. I don't even have any bones sticking out. A couple of splints and I'll be fine."
"Of course. Just go over to the hospital a get your wounds healed. Then I'll have to explain why a criminal genius like myself doesn't provide his servants with better medical care."
"I hadn't thought of that."
"No. You weren't made for that."
"Could you at least tell me where the hospital is? I'll tell them I'm homeless. They don't have to pay. That's why the homeless always get hurt. Because it's free. That'll work."
"So will this".
Then the Octopus unsheathed his wooden sword and with a very powerful strike, sliced Two in half.
