A/N: Hello, folks! :D Surprise, surprise! There's an update tonight! Though, before I start, I highly recommend The Last Jedi, because that's what I went to see tonight! Well, before I lose any more time, we should get going! ;)

PS: Milca, I appreciate your idea, but the whole reason why I write at night, is because I'm busy during the day (usually).

Chapter 11: The Talk II

Harry's PoV:

I try to work myself up to talk about the past that's haunt me so, but it's so hard to, even to my best friend. "Come on, Harry. What is it?" There's a concern from Marv toward me, and I'm just not used to it. Ever since we abducted this kid, Marv has gone soft. Though, I don't blame him.

"You wanna know why I act the way I do? Or, at least, be refreshed on why I act the way I do?" I say "refreshed", because I know I've told Marv before, but his dumb brain must've forgotten.

"Yes, I do, Harry! You're more violent than I've ever seen you!" Marv insists.

I lower my head, because it's so hard to talk about. It was easier in my mind than it is now. "You know I had a rough childhood, right? My parents ditching me to fend for myself?"

"I know, and you have a lot of excess anger from it. You know I've never had an easy childhood, either,"

"Yeah, and those uneasy childhoods affected us, didn't they?" Marv doesn't answer; he just looks down at his lap. "Well, didn't they?" I persist.

"Of course they do, Harry! But, what does this have to do with the kid?!"

"I don't want him to know of my past! You, it's understandable, but not me, because I'm supposed to be the tough one!" I jut my thumb into my chest.

"Well, is that all you wanted to talk to me about? I mean, in most cases, Harry, a bad guy is a bad guy, because of their childhood,"

I look down at the table, as my hands are now folded. "Marv, when did you get so smart?"

"What?! I'm just saying, if the kid realizes what we've been through, then maybe it'll be easier for him to stay with us!"

"You know I want revenge, Marv; not just the kid staying with us,"

"Think about it, Harry. You're truly angry about everything in the past, not at this kid; not entirely, anyway,"

About ninety-five percent of my life, I see through anger, but Marv has a way of looking at the glass half full. How he ever became a villain, I don't know. I know he had a rough childhood, too, but he's too soft for this kind of work.

"So, what are you saying? We surrender to the kid, and let him do anything he wants?"

"No. I'm just saying, we're not kidnappers, Harry, we're robbers. We don't kill children,"

"I know, I know…" I rub my hand against my forehead. "But, what do you want me to do? If we turn too soft, then he'll slip through our fingers. We can't have that,"

"Who knows? If we're too soft with him, and he somehow escapes from us, maybe he won't go to the police?"

"You're hoping for too much, Marv," I glance down at the table again. "You also know another thing that happened to me, as a kid, has affected me, to the point where I'm sickened to even hear the word being mentioned, right?"

"Yes, I know," He looks down at his lap again. "I forgot about that…"

"All these events, Marv, are why I'm so angry all the time; perhaps even more so than you,"

"I know," He looks up at me. "And I get that."

"And that is the very thing I don't want the kid hearing, hm?" I become firm, placing the tip of my finger on the table.

"I know, I know…" It's almost like Marv becomes jittery. "So, what do you want me to do now?" He looks back up at me for the final time.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired. I think it's best we get to bed, before the sun rises, and we have to leave," I say to Marv, as I get up from the table and stretch.

"What about the other thing?" Marv suddenly asks, which takes me by surprise.

"What other thing?" I'm confused as to what he means. As far as I'm concerned, this conversation was all I needed to say.

"The thing that I thought you were going to talk about,"

I shake my head, as I place my hand against it. I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood for Marv's word games. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Marv,"

"Alright. Well, I guess we'll just keep it a secret from him, then," Marv turns around to face the stairs, but now, I'm confused, to the point of needing answers.

So, I grab on to Marv's arm and ask him, "Wait, Marv… What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, I think you very well know what I'm talking about, Harry," Marv's seriousness takes me by surprise, and I suddenly realize what's going through his mind…

To be Continued…

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A/N: Thanks again, everyone! :D Well, what do you think? GIJoe and Huda, you're both wrong, for what Harry was going to talk about, but what's Marv going to say next? ;) I guess you'll just have to see! As I said, I'm sure I'll be able to update tomorrow, so I'll see you then! Ciao! XD

- Majora's Mask Freak184