"We have roasted chicken, with mashed potatoes, we also have grilled salmon and vegetables." The chef spoke as Pablo and Joseph sat down at the dining table, and well, they didn't really listen much to them, they straight jumped into devouring the plates in front of them.
Though Joseph himself had some thoughts while he was eating, thoughts that were just cooping everything in him.
Somehow, in a very strange way, he felt like his morality was coming back, he felt remorse, but at the same time not. It was a strange feeling as he ate the chicken, as he was chewing it, and the same time that smell hit his nose… the blood, the memory flashback of Ivanka in front of him, how he slammed her so much that she became nothing but an unrecognizable piece of mangled flesh… the ways of how Trevor and Albert just died and the blood poured out of their heads… yeah, the way how two officers were just ripped by those bullets fired at them.
