“Yeah, I am tryin’ to tell you somethin’,” Sano let out, sounding exasperated. Was this kid clueless or what.

“What I’m tryin’ to say, is that if you do take a *big bite* of that truth you’re talkin’ about, you won’t survive long enough to chew it.” Sano had seen these idealistic types before. With them it was the honor and glory associated with being the sword of truth that turned them on, and kept them pressing forward, looking for whatever it was that kept their illusion going.

“Take my advice, if you value your life,” the ex-op paused and ran a hand through his hair. “There’s only one set of eyes that you really need to open. And that set belongs to you.” Sano doubted his words would stick. Nope, they’d probably just fly over the kid’s head as though they’d never been spoken.