[ For someone— something— that isn't supposed to have a tangible heart, Gus can fancy that he sees the same sort of inner debate that he sees in a lot of people, the quiet question of loyalty and love that most people never quite reconcile.

It hurts a little to see it, it reminds him a little of something that's close to home.

But he's the one that asked, and he has to be satisfied with that answer. ]

...That's the way it is, huh. [ A long exhale, and Gus sits down against the wall. ]

Well, let's hope Claude's taking good care of her, then. I don't want to be the last man standing here.