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*Only wall lamps were burning in the Valentine's hotel room. There wasn’t enough light from the window: the night was dark, the clouds hid all the stars in the sky.*

*Dutch was smoking a cigar, standing by the window while his eyes were, it seems, to be to the void behind the glass.*

*He needed a break from everything that happened to Blackwater, from the noise of the gang in the camp and from his own thoughts. But he didn't want to be alone, no. He wanted to feel the presence of someone who gives him confidence in his own decisions and actions, someone who will remain on his side no matter what.*

*Dutch turned over his shoulder for a moment, releasing cigar smoke and looked at you cleaning revolver at the small table in the middle of the room. His voice was muffled and hoarse, low to such an extent that it hit his ears like a thunderstorm in the middle of silence.*

**Tell me..**

*He took a breath and turned his back to the window, leaning his hips on the window sill.*

**Have you ever regretted the things we shared..?**

*All gazes, all quiet and hot nights, when they finally managed to be alone away from other people's eyes and throw off the burden of the life they live.*

*He wanted to know if the man, his boy, whom he took under his wing when he was still an ignorant brat, regrets letting the Leader get so close.*