[Salone]

Lev winced at Rue's words, feeling somewhat insulted by them. Anger, like a glistening oil, began flow through him. Despite the ordeals he had been through, he stood up as he addressed her. Rage was evident in both his voice and face. For once, he spoke the language as if it was his own native tongue.

"You cannot toss me away. I see what you are doing. I have expended my usefulness and now it is time to let me go. It's evident in your eyes. Do you think I don't know that look? I've been put down in shallow graves before, and each time I have risen back to my feet. I will not be 'let go' so easily! You will continue to employ me!"

He raised his hand as if to threaten her with his revolver, only to realize it was no longer in his hand. He froze, looking at his hand dumbfounded. He let several moments pass before he muttered "Shto...?", his mind beginning to fall apart once again.