Aiden paced around the room.
"Alright, I'll cut you a deal. You don't kill me, and I won't go after you?" Aiden's target was on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the arm.
"Leave in the 'me killing you' part and we've got a deal." Aiden replied.
Silence.
"Please... I have a daughter. She-" Aiden grabbed him by his collar.
"Lena had a family, too. Me." His voice was strangely calm, but it carried the tone of a vengeful spirit.
"Look man, I told you I had no idea that would hap-"
"Well maybe you should have THOUGHT about it, huh?" Aiden let go, and the man dropped, his head hitting the floor with a quiet thud.
"You really don't need to kill me, I didn't even-"
"You don't wanna die? Tell me whose fault it was."
"Uh..."
Aiden drew his gun, and spun to face the man. "Wrong answer."