[Firo notices the cold with discomfort, both physical and of the conscience. Okay, so maybe the guy was chilly in there... but still, a little draftiness wasn't something to cry about, he reassures himself. They're both men here; they can act like it.
He shrugs.]
But you weren't left down there. No point in worryin' about it anyway.
[Showing sympathy over something like this would just mean he's getting soft--and maybe he has become a little nicer since meeting the Martillos and Ennis, but there have to be limits to these things. He shakes his head and tries to offer kindness in the only way he can think to do so.]
Who put you down there? You see their face or anything?
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He shrugs.]
But you weren't left down there. No point in worryin' about it anyway.
[Showing sympathy over something like this would just mean he's getting soft--and maybe he has become a little nicer since meeting the Martillos and Ennis, but there have to be limits to these things. He shakes his head and tries to offer kindness in the only way he can think to do so.]
Who put you down there? You see their face or anything?