'Probably taking a shortcut,' (Y/n) thought before walking forward, ignoring the old Inkling.
"Excuse me, young Inkling. Can I talk to you," The old Inkling asked as he walked past him.
(Y/n), continued to ignore him, walking slightly faster than before. Before he could leave the alleyway, the old Inkling spoke, "White Death, may I speak to you?"
(Y/n)'s eyes widen, knowing he's been caught by an old Inkling, but he was no threat; why fear him? "Leave old Inkling; this is not a fight you can win..." (Y/n) threatened, not bothering to turn around. The old Inklig didn't respond. Instead, he heard him walking up to him slowly with his cane matching his movement.
"That is something I cannot do, White Death," the old Inkling responded, "And there's no need to fight; I just want to talk."
(Y/n), sighed in annoyance, "You testing my patient, old Inkling," he said, turning around and showing off his now red eyes. "You know that I'm capable of; you don't want to piss me off."
The old Inkling wasn't threatening or fearing (Y/n) threats, just shrugging it off, "I know what you're capable of. I have seen many things, even the massacre of the Square six years ago, where your reputation skyrocketed at the White Death. Even during the Great Turf War, I haven't seen such a massacre; even the government doesn't want to not deal with you."
"You're a veteran of the Great Turf War?" (Y/n) asked; he thought most of them were gone by now.
"Yes, I am. There are some things I wish I could forget, but there are some things you must live with..." the old Inkling said. "...And for the massacre, there's no justifying what you did, but I understand why you did it or why you could not do it."