That's right. After the way our last job turned out, he ended up in prison, and I ended up... it's a long story. But I thought I could make up for that if I could just get back in the business.

[ He had to, according to whatever internal, ridiculous set of morals Majima had rolling around in his yakuzabrain. ]

Get high enough up, and when he got out of the joint, I could make sure he had a place there. If he wanted. Something to show for the years he served.

Or be there if he wanted to kill me.

[ Because that was an option, too. ]