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[Daniel Cardoni]

"Its dis war." He sighed, holding to her hand. "Its killin us, and i dont know how to stop it. I cant stop it, no mattah what i do. So many foolish choices, so many decisions on instinct..."

[fancy]

Fancy wrapped him in a hug. "It's alright Ace... It'll all be over soon enough" she drew away and held his hand tightly. It hurt her so much to see her big brother hurting this way. "Ace... You can get us through this... we're behind you one hundred percent...." She pulled him to his feet and dragged him to the middle of the stage. "I love you Ace... your my big brother...." she motioned out towards the audience. "We all love you..."

[Daniel Cardoni]

He snorted, "Dey all want to kill me, Fancy." As sad as it was, it was true.

[fancy]

Fancy looked at him sadly. "Well they won't Ace... Cause i won't let them..." she hugged her brother again.

[Daniel Cardoni]

He looked slightly startled, but pulled her close. "Let's go home, ok?"

[fancy]

Fancy looked up at him. "You go.. I want to talk to Aria for a little bit okay?" she had pure honesty in her eyes.

[Daniel Cardoni]

He kissed her forehead lightly. "If i find out you went anywhere else, i'll moidah ya." He teased lightly as he hopped down from the stage.

[sparks]

Sparks looked up as Ace made his way out. He let go of Flanna's ahnd and slid off the stage.

"Ace, dis ain't personal between me an' you, but if Ise catch a Brookie or a Bronx kid in dis burrough, der gettin' de soakin' o' der life. Dis ain't a game no moah."

[Daniel Cardoni]

He raised his eyes, "When was it ever a game?" He asked quietly. "You dont understand what us leadah's went through befoah we even made da decision ta fight." He slid his hands into his pockets. "If i could go back and change it, i would."

[sparks]

Sparks nodded his head, understanding the boy.

"Maybe you shoulda thought hardeh 'bout gettin' inta a war dat don't involve yoah own burrough," he said, looking over at Prince as he said this, "An' Ise dunno 'bout de Bronx, but dis is de foist real fight we've had in Queens, but I doubts it's gonna be de last."

[Daniel Cardoni]

He sighed, tilting his head a little. "I'll try and keep em out." He muttered, "But its hard, and i cant be everywhere at once. And as foah da war..." He shook his head, "Neutrality was not an option."

[sparks]

Sparks shook his head, "You de leadeh o' de Bronx, o' is Conlon? It's yoah burrough, it's yoah call. Why git yoah kids inta dis? Dey can't sell papes even."

[Daniel Cardoni]

He looked over at him, "Why did Prince?" He switched his footing, "It was a mattah of what we felt, and what we felt.... might not have been accurate at da time." He meant him, and his decision. "But now dat we're in it, im not gonna ask dem to do anything i wont do." He touched his nose lightly. "And i took care of da papes."

[sparks]

Sparks snorted, "Ya took care o' de papes o' dey took care o' you? How long do ya t'ink you an' Brooklyn can last witout a steady supply o' papes? At least heah in Queens, wes got everyt'ing we need."

[Daniel Cardoni]

He shrugged, "We're gonna have ta take it in stride." The bruises around his neck were starting to turn purple and show up a bit more now. They were also hurting. "Dat's a bridge we'll cross when we come to it. Im doin da best i can, and so is Spot."