“Haha, it’s been a while since I played with someone else, you’re good!”

“Detective.”

Seba looks oddly serious.

“You… You were there when Eugene Coli died, right?”

“Wha- How do you know that?”

“Nadia said it in passing.”

“I met him once. Seemed like a huge dick so I didn’t talk to him. But I’ve seen him.”

“Where?”

“A party the family had. Rich people gathering”

Going to a party with Eugene Coli? Sounds like bad news.

“It’s good you didn’t talk to him. He… He’s not the best man.”

“Yeah, but between everyone else at that party, he blended perfectly”

“A complete sausage party, with so many dicks around.”

“That’s… I’m sure there’s another way to phrase it”

“They live so comfortably, not caring about anyone until the day they die. In their little bubble”

“You… I assume you’ve met him. Talked to him, maybe. Was he nice?”

“Not at all. He is one of the most despicable, childish, irresponsible men I had the misfortune to meet”

“I assumed so. They all are.”

“But… I wonder”

“Detective, if he hadn’t died, do you think… he could’ve been better?”

“Ah, well, he did have a rough childhood, so probably with a better raising-“

“No, no, I mean at that moment. There’s no changing the past.”

“If given the opportunity, could he… become a good person? or just decent? Even with everything terrible he already did?”

That’s… That’s certainly a question. One that he entertains in his darkest moments. One that he can’t help but have every time he sees Nina buying flowers.

He has no way of knowing, of course. Sebastian is right, what’s done it’s done. There’s no changing the past.

He dares to make eye contact. He’s met with expectant, scared eyes.

He might not be the sole holder of the truth, but he believes that…