"Cat burglar." It's different, but Felix knows that. Felix would know, should know, everything. Which is why they are where they are. Metaphorically dragging his feet, Mildmay continues. Blood sputters from his mouth as he speaks, dribbles down his chin, bubbles with his breath. He tries to ignore it. Focus on the story. Focus on the unrealness of it. Be calm.

It works.

"I didn't do nothing for nobody. I mean, I had jobs. But I wasn't anything to anybody. I could'a died, nobody'd've noticed... except maybe Cardenio, and just because he'd've fished me outta the Sim."