[The look on Marco's face answered the question quite swiftly: yes, he knew what the Yakuza was.
Again, he struggled to find words for a few seconds. Majima really didn't seem like...
...
Okay, no, that was naive of him to even think. Of course Majima looked like the type. But he didn't act like it... Did he? Hadn't he mentioned helping people around his hometown before? Keeping the peace?... Wasn't that exactly what the Yakuza did?]
Sorry-- Sorry, uh, I... I don't really... [He raised a hand, as if to steady himself.] Don't get me wrong, I'm not-- not judging. [Not as hard as he's judged some people before, anyway.] I-I mean, I'm no saint myself.
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Again, he struggled to find words for a few seconds. Majima really didn't seem like...
...
Okay, no, that was naive of him to even think. Of course Majima looked like the type. But he didn't act like it... Did he? Hadn't he mentioned helping people around his hometown before? Keeping the peace?... Wasn't that exactly what the Yakuza did?]
Sorry-- Sorry, uh, I... I don't really... [He raised a hand, as if to steady himself.] Don't get me wrong, I'm not-- not judging. [Not as hard as he's judged some people before, anyway.] I-I mean, I'm no saint myself.