[ That little pleased sound was enough to make him continue playing with her hair, quiet and thoughtful as he held her and considered her words. He knew that she was young when she died, but she'd had a long time to think about things, hadn't she?

Wise beyond her years but still a tragic figure. It was enough to make him think about his own past, things that had brought him to where he was now and how things had played out back home. ]

I would either be dead or still in prison, if it weren't for someone intervening...

[ It was true the more that he thought about it. He could have died that night that he stepped in to help that girl, he could have just been left in prison to rot if Bucciarati hadn't seen something in him worth redeeming. He could have died there too, the possibilities were endless and he felt his chest tighten with anxiety as he considered just how she felt, there were so many more unknown factors for her... ]

...if it'd been the other things, I mean. I don't want to say that I'm glad anything happened to you, what he did makes me sick to my stomach and you didn't deserve it. But for what it's worth, I'm glad to have met you too, you know?