Maybe we should trust Bob [Saphy]

"Fine speech." In all actuality, Leanna remembered feeling the same way once. Friends are only second behind family, but to some, religion comes first. The thought of religion in itself was something she wouldn't ever delve into, not because she doesn't see herself being a part of any distinct religion, but because she views religion as being nothing more than a waste of space in the world, grouping up human beings and separating individuals. After taking another sip, and another, and another until her glass finally emptied, she motioned for the off-shift bartender for a quick refill. As much as she wanted to get drunk, just to liberate herself of the burning pain in her stomach, part of her actually enjoyed the whole slow drinking process, as opposed to speed drinking. Plus, she didn't feel like puking out something so majestically good. Thus, she promptly decided to listen to her conscience for once and endure the pain, in hope that the flavorful beverage would do its job when the time calls for it. "I used to think like that. But I'd.. rather not go into shitty details about it."

It was still a sore subject, but long story short, after being betrayed by three of your best friends in the middle of a foreign country, and there's nothing you can do except to watch them move along without you, she didn't really trust in the concept of friendship all that much.

Moving forward, Leanna hadn't really noticed the brutality going on in the movie until he spoke up. Although her eyes were fixed on the screen, she wasn't really paying attention. It was partly due to the aftereffects of using drugs one too many times, and partly because she's lost in her thoughts again, which seems to be happening more and more often nowadays. "So you uh.. skinned a dude before? I mean.. I don't really wanna friggin know the details, but.. why the fuck would you do that?"

Now that the whole topic of discussion about friendship is over, things took a more grotesque turn, and yes, though Leanna may be perfectly fine with that, she still had absolutely no clue as to how this male's brain worked. Someone hurts his friend, he hurts them ten times worse, and might even possibly end up killing them in the process. In doing so, he'd just trigger a chain reaction that sees the victim's friends or family repeating the same process. All in all, a basic simplification of that equates to a never ending cycle of violence that could never be stopped.

Does she think he's gone overboard with his actions? Absolutely. You would have to have a sick mind if you didn't feel that way. But was she in any position to judge another person on how they run things? No. In a way, that situation was similar to how a music track functioned. If you listen to something and you like it, it doesn't mean others will too. For all she knows, he could have been rational and let him go, but who knows if he'll plot his revenge and come back another day with ten times the firepower?

"I don't know how things work in that world of yours, but right here in mine, I stand up for my friends and fuck those harassers up so they'd learn from it and never do it again. I don't fucking.. skin someone and leave them to die just cause they chipped my friend's nail or something. Then again.. I can't really do that without getting locked up behind bars, so I'd rather not."