"You are no simple opponent. Know that. Your system is too unique." The nozzle placed on Tase's head, as he breathed out hot vapour, "It's just, my own character. The one person I trust, is the only person I will ever trust. Has died." 

"Heh." Red viens contract his eyes, "I gave this too much thought." He leaned back but the nozzle followed, he closed his eyes, "I was too proud. And that was my sin." 

"Why are you bringing this up?" 

"It seems, my system is right to give me this title." He open his eyes again, as a yellow panel appeared at the corner of Wilford eyes, "The title, Lion sinner. Seems accurate." 

"Mm." Wilford gaze back at Tase. "It seems, I am a foil of you." A blue panel appeared at Tase gaze. 

"Haha. I wonder, can you go further than me?" 

"I am a hero of justice. I am playing easy mode, while you are on hard mode."

"It's not right to say that." He suddenly felt calmer, despite the gun threaten to blow up his head, "It's just, depending. How one views it."

"Are talking about your philosophy with me now?"

"Always have, my friend." He smirked, his eyes shone, "Since I am going to die. I shall tell you what I believe. Your face can wait, since you won't feel any pain."

"So, I'm suppose to thank you for almost burning my head off?"

"Who is going to die? Who is going to live?" He asked, his tone a little annoyed, before coughing out warm vapour, "Ah.. My lungs are going to die soon, so want to hear my theories?"

"Go ahead. I will keep note."

"Trust, is like a paper. Once you do something to it, like draw on it, tear it. It will never be the same. That's why, when I obtain someone trust, I treat it like gold. Careful not to ink it. Till, when I have to end their life, the paper has been burnt up. The trust your people have towards you, is strange to say the least. You have threaten to burn or tear their paper, yet the paper still is white. Why?" He started coughing blood, "Why?" He clenched his chest, "Strange. My heart has never beat so fast, I felt quite breathless, yet I continued to talk." 

'Has this, always been my character?' Wilford thought, "Tase, I lost a backup USB. Wanna be my backup USB?" His grinned seem to represent that of a monster, with his almost burned off face. "The more I have, the more safer I feel." 

"Ahaha." He laughed, "Making your enemy your friend? An ally? You trust me?"

"No, that's why I want you to be an ally. Not a friend." 

"I see why I can still breath. My life is at your hands. That's why, you didn't heal your face?" 

"Is the drawback of my skills. I can't heal myself."

"Why me?" He asked, as Wilford kept his gun, he looked at him for a moment, and turned away. 

"I'm selfish, that's all."