99.

Cairo lights a cigarette, is aware he looks strange without one.

Anyone will tell you, Manhattan tastes like guilt and envy. Triumph is not much sweeter.

Cairo smokes his cigarette, and waits.

The pavement outside Hell is all silver and broken glass, “good intentions” sprayed by some wanker on the asphalt.

Cairo never intended to fall for Rome. (Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for $50/hr.) Cairo never intends to fall period, and might not've had he known he possessed the capacity.

(Triumph is a drug, and that is why sometimes Cairo kills for free.)