I'm Waiting For You, Vizzini

Enrico would have been surprised if Basileus had reacted in any way but disgust at the idea of being free from the cosca. It hadn't been so very long ago that he himself had believed that his loyalty and his love for his brothers would be all he'd ever need, that his loyalty would be rewarded. "Sono sicuro che lo faranno," he murmured, showing no signs of the skepticism that he held deep within him at the thought of there being an afterlife to be welcomed into. "Ma allora, perché sei qui da solo, a morire?" He titled his head to gesture towards Basileus' torn body. "Perché non sei tornato dai tuoi fratelli per il soccorso?"

A spat of bitter laughter at Basileus' accusations hissed unbidden from Enrico's muzzle. he told the Scarlatti. "Chiaramente, eravamo entrambi errati in quella ipotesi."

He paced in a half-circle around Basileus' side, staying out of reach, but then spoke again abruptly. "Non ho potuto dare avvertimento quando l'ho scoperto. Avevo rotto Omertà. La mia vita era già finita. Sai che nessuno dei nostri fratelli non avrebbe ascoltato." He had seen Basileus' weakening state and knew he needed to make his move quickly, yet still he hesitated. He knew Basileus would never forgive him for what he had done, but he had never gotten a chance to speak to anyone who could have possibly understood what happened. The words kept tumbling out, though he knew already that Basileus would react only with fury and disgust. "Nessuno doveva essere morto per i miei errori."