Summary: "If only the boy knew how his story would end, that his fate was set for him." The Thin Man tries to convince Mono to abandon Six time and time again. One-shot.
Unheeded Advice
He could not forget the endless pit of loneliness and pain that was not engrained in part of his existence. He could not forget the anger he felt each time he laid eyes on the girl. He could not forget the resentment he felt each time he looked upon the form of the naive boy.
If only the boy knew how his story would end. If only the boy knew the betrayal he would be victim to. If only the boy knew that his fate was set for him. If only the boy knew that he would spend an eternity regretting who he had chosen to put his trust in.
That naive little boy.
He began to try to talk to the boy, to convince him that his friend was not worth it.
"Leave her to me. Why save someone who wouldn't save you?"
The boy would never reply, but would stare up at him with confused eyes.
"She is going to leave you behind when you need her most. Kill her now. Give her to me before it's too late for you."
The boy never heeded his words.
The story always ended the same, with the boy falling down into the depths of the Signal Tower, left to rot in the misery of his entire being. The Thin Man always glowered at the chair, the one where he had been stripped down to the very bones of his existence and left hollow.
Perhaps it was too much to hope that he could change the boy's mind. After all, the boy had always been a tad naive.
"Mark my words, boy, you'll wish you listened to me."
For my name is Mono, and she left me here to rot. Just like she'll do to you.