HATE ME
I took in a deep breath.
" How's it like... Being a thief?" I asked, and the smile disappeared to reveal a more serious look.
" I wouldn't call it that." He began, his voice low. " We're just taking what is ours in the first place. We are still from crooked people, people who take from the poor masses and put in their pockets. The likes of George Flynn, the man who murdered your family..." He trailed off and I nodded. " People like them. The money isn't theirs, to begin with, so we're just taking it back."