Shinobi Shaw smugly sipped his Krakoan brewed Laphroaig-style whiskey, enjoying this new nation to slum about in. Earlier he received his "father's" letters and was reserving judgment on what to do. He had his own plans.
Don't let me down.
Four words, with such jacketed meaning. Though not his father's by birth, the man did raise him. In a sense; Sebastian was far from nurturing.
Don't let me down.
Harry Leland was the man Shinobi wished for when he was seven, but who was he to him now? Shinobi sipped, one finger gesturing for more, pondering.
Don't let me down.
