[by way of agreement:] You hear it on the news, every night, the tales of greed, elsewhere. [he's never really spent much time outside of Chicago anymore than Akechi has been outside of Tokyo, but oh, the things he's seen, even so and beyond the news. it's really something, being able to pick a proverbial closet, anywhere in the world, and pull out a skeleton. everybody wants something and no one is as good as they pretend to be, except maybe the people Akechi's age. they've yet to sell their souls]
But yes. [again, getting out of his head, here] What can I say, I'm a lifer? [he pauses, spreading his arms wide, briefly, before dropping them back into his lap] I have family, outside of Chicago, though. My ex-wife ... [he hesitates] She's still living in Rockford, as far as I know. [along with his son, who's about Akechi's age, now, maybe a little younger. a teenager, anyway]
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But yes. [again, getting out of his head, here] What can I say, I'm a lifer? [he pauses, spreading his arms wide, briefly, before dropping them back into his lap] I have family, outside of Chicago, though. My ex-wife ... [he hesitates] She's still living in Rockford, as far as I know. [along with his son, who's about Akechi's age, now, maybe a little younger. a teenager, anyway]