In spite of his meager standings, he had still wanted to stay alive. It had got Remo thinking, just what is it that keeps pushing one to want to move on, even when everything has gone down to dust?
But then, after a moment of pondering, he had closed off the topic, because he knew within him, that he would never come to know what that thing was. He would never get to a position where he had to beg to keep his head. He would never get to the point of this cunning old man, whom, in spite of knowing who he was dealing with, still went ahead to play on his intelligence.
The old man had even renewed several jewelries on his flabby skin. Where Remo had been able to tell just how much he wanted his affluence noticed, was the evidently gold nose ring that hung pristinely between the bridge that parted his nostrils.
