Don't chase the rabbit: Glenn, whatever age he was prior to current day ???
(the memory opens up to glenn in the past sitting in a chair, back in between his legs as his arms rest on the top. he has a hand contemplatively tapping his bottom lip, eyes closed as if in thought. across from him is a woman forcibly tied to a chair, defiance in her gaze as she spits and curses at him.)
glenn: ...
glenn: ...hm, i see. so this is how it ends up...
glenn: i don't find it satisfying to come out empty handed out of a deal...
glenn: the amount of time wasted is rather disproportionate to what i'm getting. you must know what i'm insinuating with this, do you not?
(the woman shouts an expletive. she spits, but it doesn't go as far as she would have liked. it lands a few inches away from glenn, and he opens one eye to stare down at her, cold and without emotion.)
glenn: ...business is business, rynn. i suppose it was too much to expect you would understand that in good faith.
glenn: if you're not providing your services anymore, then i want something else as a departure price.
glenn: but i wonder... what could possibly make up for all of the lost profit you've caused our sect...
glenn: ...ah ha! how about becoming ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛? fitting, wouldn't it?
glenn: don't look so shocked, madame!
glenn: i'm sure it'll ⬛⬛⬛
(the scene ends in static.)
