He could stop time.
[X] Infinite Ammo [X] Super Speed [ ] No Police
Joe started to notice. “You ain’t right, Vito. You laugh different. You don’t flinch no more. You used to flinch at a car backfiring.”
But as the smoke cleared, he saw Henry Tomasino. Henry was screaming. Not from pain, but from the act of dying. His legs were gone. His face was a melted mask. He was looking right at Vito, his eyes pleading for a mercy that Vito, in his invulnerable cocoon, couldn’t even comprehend to give.
He crawled to Henry. He couldn’t save him. But he could hold his hand. He could be there, truly there, for the first time in weeks. As the flames closed in, Vito realized the truth the trainer mod had hidden from him:
The grey window flickered once, then dissolved into the smoke. Vito Scaletta was mortal again. And for the first time since the war, he was finally, terribly, alive.
He never checked the last one. That, he decided, would be cheating.
He could save Henry. But he would have to erase every moment of friendship, every earned scrap of loyalty, to do it. He would become a stranger in his own life, wearing his own face, surrounded by puppets who had no idea they were in a loop.
