This wasn't the first time he'd thought about it, but it was the first time he had been asked like this. Roman was always special, it was true. And Roman didn't just see him as what he was, which was special too. Given what he had become, very few ever saw the who past the what.

He lifted his shoulders a little and thought back, trying to figure out what bothered him, if he really was bothered. "He gave up. He could have kept going. I could have kept him going. But he sent me away."

It wasn't right. He was glad that his Don was still alive, but he was gone. It wasn't unlike his parents' death. What was left to care about now?