"You think I'd love to fuck up again?" Roman snorted, beyond amused. "The first time you used me and set him up, he hated me for it for fifteen fucking years and even up until now, he still does. Caesar trusted me like he'd never done anyone, but you used me without me even knowing, and when I tried to explain myself, he wouldn't hear me out."
"And what the hell did you do, Dad?" he questioned. "You let it happen. You didn't explain to him, but you let him misunderstand me, even after fifteen years of experiencing his constant hate, and now…"
"…You want to fuck me over again. Right when it seems like he's starting to let go of what happened." A comical chortle could not help but flee from him. "Yeah no. That's not going to happen. You're on your own."
