Since she'd seen some pseudo-religious figure running about the previous day discussing the sanctity of life, Anna had been doing some thinking. No matter which way she mentally approached it, she struggled to see her life, or the lives of her ancestors, as being particularly "sacred". Indeed, after quick study of some of the journals of her ancestors, there were definitely points where her line had viewed their lives as nothing more or less than disposable. Maybe she was doing it wrong, she figured. There was only one thing that Anna could do; head down to the streets and see if she could share her thoughts and hear the thoughts of others. 

A short while later, wrapped up warm in a thick black coat, a soft, charcoal grey scarf and matching mittens, Anna headed down to one of the busier spots on the streets and began to speak. 

"So, I've been doing some thinking. To say that our lives, the lives of we in the mob, hold any particular sanctity that makes them worth bearing special protection seems self-indulgent to me. We are mobsters, we are criminals. We are the men and women who break the rules, who find a way to turn a buck no matter what, who will go to any extreme necessary to protect the family and our way of life. While I'd hope there's some kind of heaven waiting for us at the end of the day, I look at the blunt truth too. We murder, sometimes massacre. We swear, we steal, we intimidate. As for "giving to Caeser what is Ceasers" - the only taxes we pay are to our Godfathers and Godmothers, not those who sit on Capitol Hill! No, I feel as though Hell is a more likely outcome for each of us here. So, our lives - there is no particular sanctity the way I see it. We're running down a quick road to hell, what the fuck is sacred about that?

But our lives still have worth. I have to believe that, the evidence makes me believe that. If I died to a rogue tomorrow, I would be fairly sure that Godfather Kimble would seek some kind of compensation for the loss. If the corrupt agent I have invested good money in corrupting was to be gunned down while he was out on the beat tomorrow by one of our own, I would seek some kind of compensation for the loss. Some lives have so much worth that millions upon millions are invested in protecting that life, some lives have so little worth that they only provide a portion of those millions to be invested. But how does one determine the worth of a life? How does one determine what compensation for any loss of life should be? And which lives are disposable, to be used and let go? Indeed, can a life ever be merely disposable?"

Intrigued by Anna's speech, Malcolm stood on the street deep in thought. A philosophical question deserved a philosophical response. His thoughts gathered, he cleared his throat to offer his two cents.

An interesting speech, Anna. One that can most accurately be considered in terms of our way of life itself. Now, of course, at the beginning of our respective journeys in this life of ours, we each take a blood oath to our family, to our leaders, to our Godfathers. We are all at their service until our last breaths, or indeed our own. For our lives are only 'disposable' to those who are permitted to consider us as such. If those we entrust with our protection decide our time is up, then our time is up. Having said that, it is clear that a leader worth their salt would only take such a path based on an individual's conduct: whether it be certain indiscretions, or falling into a deep coma. I firmly believe each and every hardworking member of a crew is treasured by their leaders, and would be backed to the hilt should anything happen to them.

Of course, we abide by a different moral code to other walks of life. We're born, we live, we steal, we kill, we will most likely meet a premature death by the standards of those outside our world. We're not likely to be considered the good guys when we arrive at the pearly gates. Therefore while I agree that to an outsider our lives are not sacred in the slightest, it remains absolutely precious. To ourselves, to our leaders and to our family lines. Our predecessors are precious to us, our successors will I'm sure hold us in a similar regard: simply, their following in our footsteps after we take our last breath demonstrates that. Despite its differences to normal considerations of the concept, it is what I would consider a sacred life, assuming we make the most of what little of it we have.

I walk down the street to see a beautiful lady wrapped in a black coat and charcoal grey scarf that suit her well.
I've always had things for ladies with scarves and my eyes glued on to her.

She looked around at the busy street and started a talk. Her speech was about a life's worth in the streets.
I listened as she spoke, and the truth she spoke.

The moment we chose to step into the streets, we've chosen a life of sin. We're not here to make an honest living, we're here stealing, fighting, and killing people daily. There is nothing 'sacred' about our life style, in fact, it is the furthest thing from 'sacred'.
The one place we sinners really belong to are the family we join, if the word 'sacred' were ever to be used on this street it should be over our family. Our family is 'Sacred'.

Family keeps us humane, distinguishes us from a rogue, mob or a durden on the street. While we wouldn't feel a thing when a rogue die, hell we probably wouldn't even notice it, when a family member pass we all most definitely will mourn for her/his loss. These bond and connection gives us an opportunity for friendship, laughter and joy on this one dimensional street. Family makes us "Human".

I walk up to the lady as she finished her speech and looked her in the eyes, although it was hard to not take a peek at the nice scarf she was wearing, I gave her a hug.

I could feel the warmth in this December snow.

Dizzi had stood by listening carefully to what was being said. She started to wonder if she was merely disposable, but shook her head because she knew better.

I'd like to point out that just because someone is running around with an incredible amount of protection does not always make them better than someone who has none. It doesn't mean their life is more valuable. We have to take into consideration that some of these people have ancestors that have stock piled an incredible inheritance for these people.

I firmly believe that no life is better than another. We all play our roles in whatever family we choose to join. Some of us have different skill sets that make us useful to our leaders all the same as another set of skills. It takes everyone to make this community what it is, to make families what they are.

For example, someone may be a great get away driver, while someone else could be better suited for a watch out position as they pay more attention to whats going on around them.

So to me everyone is just as important as another person. Bad luck happens though and everyone will eventually find their way into their caskets. No life lives forever.

Dizzi, I feel like you might have gotten the wrong idea of what Anna is saying here. She isn't attempting to belittle the accomplishments or skill sets of anyone. In fact, much the opposite. The worth she talks about is more of a moral worth than a physical worth.

That aside, while yours is a noble position to hold, I would argue that it is categorically untrue. To consider it as such would be to deny the hierarchy that shapes our world. We have Godfathers, we have leaders, we have their upper structures. Indeed, while life is absolutely not worthless, my life is certainly worth less than my Godfather's: in the scheme of things, while my hypothetical death would obviously be sad, it would not be as consequential for the state of the nation as his would be. We give our lives in defence of the family and of our leaders, and ultimately in that pursuit we are all to an extent disposable.

As Malcolm finished i added.

I also like to add the fact that a CL's mistake is the whole crews mistake. I believe we've seen many cases of that so far.
and just recently the NY Duel Incident adds on to that. We all are created "Equal", however what you become and how you grow differs from others, eventually there will be a hierarchy.

Ultimately, It is the amount of effort, time and devotion you put into the street that decides your placement in this hierarchy. 

While I can understand where you are coming from Sir. I still differ in opinions.

I still don't think how much protection you wear ultimately determines what your worth is, because as I pointed out there is obviously an explanation for such protection that has nothing to do with what someone has done in their time here.

I don't think my life is worth less than my crew leader or Godfathers. However, I would be willing to put mine on the line for them any day of the week. In fact I would prefer it as my next of kin would have somewhere to call home should they survive. But I really don't think there is worth more than anyone elses. I think there is a choice you need to make within yourself though on whether you would rather put your life before someone else's and that is a whole new thing that has nothing to do with worth but rather personal choices and loyalty.