Lobo is sitting on the bench reading the letter for a seventh time, small drops of sweat  are running down his pale face, a look on it is of disbelief. Replaced suddenly with something like a dark resolve, he pulls out matches and light the letter on fire watching it burn until only thing left is pile of ashes. One swipe of his foot and now not even that.

Lobo stood up and climb on the bench addressing few people still on the streets at this hour.

In this life we lead there are a lot of difficult decision we need to make, most of witch lead to some kind of bloodshed. Even though some of them are easy to make thanks to strict rules we live by…and die by.

Sometimes though all paths that stand in front of us reek of betrayal, either one you choose leads to mark of a traitor…all but one. Path of a coward.

Just few hours ago I would not dream that I’m gonna stand here and hold myself an eulogy, so much change in just few hours.

Katana always say that there is no problem that could lead to suicide, that there is always way to talk it through, and she will be pissed and disappointed and I hope at least a bit sad, but not this time. Some secrets are not meant for a living to carry, I die so the one other could live and that’s fair trade for me.

I want to thank my family and city of Chicago for giving me shelter and a chance to work along side some amazing people. Also all others I bumped into and spent hours of talking to, you know who you are.

After this those who thought good of me will think less, those who didn’t know me will think bad and those who thought bad will just be proven right. Goodbye to all of you.

I know some will be ticked off by this speech and I apologize but I couldn’t go silent.

Lobo pulls out his dagger and in one motion drives him trough his neck and pushes forward almost decapitating himself. Rush of crimson blood sprays forward as his body sunk down.

Katana walks in and flings the doors open. Nothing set her on fire more then seeing someone she knew, respected, cared for and helped out resort to such matters. Had he not already been dead she would have taken him and shaken some kind of sense into him.

I believe my deceased friend that we had a conversation once regarding this. There is nothing that can't be sorted had you simply opened your mouth and come to someone. You were part of The Inquisition! You were family. I remember talking to you and telling you if you needed anything to come to myself if you wanted. I was there for you just as I am for any member in this family. Katana took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves before continuing.

This thing of ours that we create makes us all have "secrets" as you say, and we all live with them. We deal with them. After all it is the mafia.

After this those who thought good of me will think less, those who didn't know me will think bad and those who thought bad will just be proven right.

You were a made man in this family. Someone people were suppose to have looked up to. Someone that was suppose to set an example. Is this really the example you felt needed to be sent? You were among those I trusted.

Not even caring she was standing at his dead body she pulled a smoke out and lit it.

I use past tense because I am sure if you Lobo were still alive you would realize my extreme dissapointment in these scenerios. I guess I will leave it at what I have already said. I'm done ranting to a dead person over their dead body.

You did what you chose to do I can't stop it. You chose this path without talking to anyone about what was going on in that mind of yours. Good bye to my friend.

Katana turns around still fuming mad and sighs as she walks out and slams the door behind her.