Poseidon: "My dad said someone bad killed my mother... it was you."
Sebastian: "Well, no... but I probably represented the guy who did."
Poseidon: "You look just like him..."
Sebastian: "I've been told I look like a lot of people. One of those faces, I guess. But for argument's same... anyone I may or may not have allegedly ｋillｅd... let's just say there would have to be a damn good reason. I'm in the business of setting ｋillｅrｓ free, not ｋillｉnｇ them myself.
“Well she wasn’t a killer! She was my mother.” Poseidon stated disapprovingly. He really didn’t understand it all fully, probably due to his age yet but he did understand a few things. What this gun can do, what happened to her initially, and that he fit the description at least. At least in his head. “So then… why are you here?”
"I never said, nor implied, that she was a killer," Sebastian said coolly. "And I was in the neighborhood. You should be careful. You don't want to get picked up by CPS."
Poseidon slowly lowered the gun and gave him a look, “My dad would get me back.” He stated and tucked the gun into the waist of his pants with a sigh. “We normally don’t get visitors.. are you my dads friend?”
Sebastian thought for a moment. It was good that his dad was still in the picture and would get him back, he thought, but this kid could be a loose end.
"I'm a defense attorney," he said after a pause. "I'm not really anyone's friend."
Poseidon: “Defense attorney?” He asked and took a step back but gave him a look, “But… dads a good man… why would he need a lawyer?”
"Even good people can get caught up in misunderstandings," Sebastian said to the boy, his tone unusually gentle. "It's smart to have a lawyer on retainer to defend you, just in case. Of course, for all you know, I could be his killer's lawyer." He shrugged as if it made no difference to him.
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