"I would sound like a broken record for everything I am sorry for, so let us just leave it at that "I'm sorry"." Her lips cracked into a small smile. "Besides, you always hated having your time wasted with trivial matters."

When he said he was going to provide the weapons, she shook her head for a moment, before allowing him to run his hand through her mohawk and shortened hair.

"I have my own guns, Alistaire. But if you wish to provide new ones, who am I to stop you. And just a kind reminder, your Father had a falling out with the Yakuza many years ago. Enough that he had to cut off a finger in repentance. You will need to be careful, as well."

She sounded like she still cared. Perhaps she still did.