[ He really hopes she's right. That he'll remember being in that girl's life. But he doesn't think so. Because he knows. He knows better than anyone where he had spent the last eight years of his life and it wasn't in a metal band. ]

Don't say that. I might ship you to Italy and never let you come back. You'd have to learn Italian and chill in my castle and turn a blind eye when I do my Godfather thing. But thanks, Luci. I mean it. Of all the fucked up things that happened, this... this takes the damn cake. And I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you here to help me keep my head.