"Actually, I still don't believe you're without ulterior motives, Lille. Those people are so miserable; don't cheat them anymore,"
On the way back, V was still questioning Lille.
Lille, frustrated, asked, "What kind of image do I even have in your eyes?"
"Let me think," V said, recalling the Lille he had met along the way and organizing his thoughts, "It's like, even if you were giving me money, I'd still think you could swindle my underwear right off of me."
Jack, somewhat puzzled, said, "Really? I think Lille's pretty decent, though we did earn quite a bit less on the cinnabar deal. I feel good about it, better than any job we've done before."
"Are you dumb, Jack? If this guy really wanted to help, why wouldn't he just give it to them for free?"
Lille's irritation grew, "Yes, yes, yes, I just want to exploit Wanderer's smuggling routes to make them work for me, happy now?"
"That's more like it... but I'm sure you have other plans too."
