[ Looking back, he’s not sure when he started to see this little group of oddballs he’d gathered as family, but they certainly were – despite his best efforts to keep each and every one of them at arm’s length. He’d practically declared it to Spitzbergen’s lackeys, and again to that bastard Avi when he put a bullet through Mary’s boot. All of this, a rag-tag little found family, all because Juzo took a couple of jobs, and deep, deep down just didn’t know when to leave well enough alone.

He's awkward as hell about it, and maybe he always will be, but he learned his lesson about being there – for Mary, for Tetsuro, any of them. When Mary broke away to sob and scream and cry on her own, his heart broke for, and he wished like hell that there was something he could’ve done. He has the chance now, and he doesn’t squander it. He stays still, sure and steady, as Mary cries it out. It’s good for the both of them, probably. Even if Mary has yet to experience it for real, this feels better than it had back home. A little more like closure.

Juzo draws back a little as Lefty settles into Mary’s lap. He still doesn’t know how this little slice of Victor managed to follow her here, or even how it’s still functioning so far from the main unit, but he won’t question it. The little guy’s presence is a gift, however it happened. ]

You don’t need to thank me for up and makin’ you cry.

[ His voice comes out a little thick in spite of himself. Juzo doesn’t cry, he can’t, but perhaps in that moment if he could have, he would have. He clears his throat. ]

In any case, that’s pretty much all I know. We can talk about it again sometime if you want, but I understand if you need to take some time.