Money Is The Most Important

The First Time I Saw You, When You Stepped Into That Skiz Ring Against Kaede, I Thought You Were The Most Beautiful Girl I'd Ever Seen. I Could've Watched You Forever. The First Time I Kiss You..." That Memory Overpowers Me Now, Taking Me By Surprise. I Remember Every Last Detail Of It, Almost Enough To Push Away The Lingering Images Of The Elector Pulling June To Him. "well, That Might As Well Have Been My First Kiss Ever.

You Should Have Taken Me With You," I Whisper To Him. Then I Lean My Head Against His And Begin To Cry. In My Mind, I Make A Silent Promise To My Brother's Killer. I Will Hunt You Down. I Will Scour The Streets Of Los Angeles For You. Search Every Street In The Republic If I Have To. I Will Trick You And Deceive You, Lie, Cheat And Steal To Find You, Tempt You Out Of Your Hiding Place, And Chase You Until You Have Nowhere Else To Run. I Make You This Promise: Your Life Is Mine.

June Has Never Looked More Beautiful Than She Does Now, Unadorned And Honest, Vulnerable Yet Invincible.

Now You'll Get To See How I Can Really Run A Building, Darlin. Not Even A Cracked Knee To Hold Me Back, Yeah? What A Nice Birthday Present.

I'd Once Been Fascinated By His Legend - All The Stories I'd Heard Before I Met Him. Now I Can Feel That Same Sense Of Fascination Returning. I Picture His Face, So Beautiful Even After Pain And Torture And Grief, His Blue Eyes Bright And Sincere. I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Enjoyed My Brief Time With Him In His Prison Cell. His Voice Can Make Me Forget About All The Details Running Through My Mind, Bringing With It Emotions Of Desire, Or Fear Instead, Sometimes Even Anger, But Always Triggering Something. Something That Wasn't There Before.