C Support:

Yunaka: Ugh, I’m not interested in playing your goofy game, Zelkov. Just tell me what you’re after.
Zelkov: Why, Yunaka, what game do you think I am playing?
Yunaka: The stalking game, by the look of it. Don’t act like you don’t know the rulebook backwards!
Zelkov: So you’ve noticed, have you? How curious.
Zelkov: You have the perceptive powers of a hunter. Do you perchance hunt for sport…or for money?
Yunaka: …
Zelkov: At last, the truth is written on your face. I’d suspected you made your trade in violence.
Zelkov: That is why I’ve stalked you, as you put it. Suspicious persons ought to be observed.
Yunaka: …
Yunaka: OK, I’ll admit it. You’ve got some chops.
Yunaka: Now, what say we rattle your brains around a bit and see what shakes out?
Zelkov: Oh my. Be gentle.
Yunaka: You’ve got the same killer instinct I do. It practically oozes from your pores. Like slime!
Yunaka: So, tell me. Have we had similar careers?
Zelkov: That does appear to be the case.
Yunaka: Great. Well, let’s not speak of it again, OK?
Yunaka: My work is in the past. I’m happily retired.
Zelkov: I, too, have washed my hands of that life.
Yunaka: So we have that in common too, huh? Well, let’s not make a thing of it.
Yunaka: Look, here’s me not making a thing. See ya.

B Support:

Zelkov: About what we discussed previously, Yunaka…
Yunaka: That’s so weird! I told you not to make a thing of it, and yet here you are. Making things.
Zelkov: That message was well received. I only wished to discuss one more detail.
Zelkov: You said that a killer instinct oozes from my pores. I believe you used the word “slime.”
Zelkov: What did you mean by that?
Yunaka: …
Zelkov: Please. It is crucial to my well-being that I am able to curate the image I present to others.
Yunaka: Fine.
Yunaka: Look. You’re a hunter. Everything you do and say is about the kill.
Zelkov: Could you indulge me with an example?
Yunaka: OK, sure. Take your eyes, for example. They’re ice cold. Calculating.
Yunaka: Normal people don’t go around evaluating what folks’ lives are worth. That’s an assassin thing.
Yunaka: You’re always probing for weaknesses too. Considering vectors of attack, right?
Zelkov: That is not what I…
Yunaka: Seriously, bud? You’re doing it right now!
Yunaka: Look at yourself. Tell me you’re not poised to counter a knife thrust from my dominant hand.
Yunaka: You’re constantly positioning to maximize your tactical advantage. Don’t think I don’t see it.
Zelkov: Perceptive…
Yunaka: Regular people don’t think about violence so much in everyday life. That’s what I meant.
Zelkov: To think that I should be so transparent to you…
Yunaka: Sharp eyes were part of the old job, as I’m sure you know.
Zelkov: I appreciate your insightful analysis. I will reflect on what you’ve said.
Yunaka: Yeah, don’t mention it.

A Support:

Yunaka: Heya, Zelkov. Would you mind if we talked a teensy bit more about our trade?
Zelkov: Why the sudden change of heart? You were quite clear that you didn’t wish to discuss it.
Yunaka: Yeah, yeah. I know what I said. I was there the whole time.
Yunaka: I was worried talking about it too much would be…too much. But it hasn’t been.
Yunaka: The opposite, actually. Talking about it’s helped me get distance. Perspective, y’know?
Zelkov: Care to elaborate?
Yunaka: Look, people like us don’t often get the chance to speak candidly. It could be a good thing.
Zelkov: Perhaps you’re right. But even so, what is left for us to converse about, exactly?
Zelkov: The story of how I came to such a profession is not one I am keen to tell.
Zelkov: I’m afraid it’s a rather tragic tale. Ill-suited for any sort of pleasant conversation.
Yunaka: Yeah. Honestly, that whole chapter of my life was pretty dang awful.
Zelkov: It was the same for me. Not even the most difficult challenges we face today compare.
Zelkov: But I would venture to suppose that you did not choose to embark upon a life of killing.
Yunaka: What makes you say that?
Zelkov: I get the sense, merely by observing, that you genuinely have no regrets.
Zelkov: From this observation I inferred you may not have been responsible for your circumstances.
Yunaka: Good inference…
Zelkov: Moreover, your present self was formed as a result of growing apart from your past.
Zelkov: In a way, then…if you are the blossom, your past is the fertilizer which nourished you.
Yunaka: That’s…really insightful, actually. Thanks.
Yunaka: Words have weight, Zelkov, and every one of yours is big and heavy.
Yunaka: But it’s funny. Hearing them somehow makes me feel lighter. Maybe it’s our common bond.
Zelkov: You flatter me.
Yunaka: I’ve been thinking about what I’ll do when all this is over. When the world’s finally peaceful.
Yunaka: What I want most is to go someplace where I can kick back. Put my feet up. Luxuriate!
Zelkov: I will say that does sound lovely.
Yunaka: If and when that happens, I hope you’ll drop in on me once in a while.
Zelkov: I would gladly make an appearance. There will be conversations only you and I can have.
Yunaka: Ooo, yes! Love it! We’ll do each other’s hair, trade weapon factoids. Whatever we want!
Zelkov: Indeed… Let us work toward that eventuality as our common goal from now on.
Yunaka: It’s a promise, then. If we’ve got the same dark past, we may as well share a bright future.