Cry For Blood 1.1 - Hard Lessons

[baptizemyself]

They all think they know me.

None of them knows a damn thing.

They think they know what I want. Why I do what I do.

But they don't. They never have, They've never even tried to find out.

He's made it abundantly clear ... I don't belong. He made up his mind a long time ago. He sees what he wants to see.

They all do.


It doesn't matter. What I do, I do alone. That's the Sicilian way. That's Omerta.


Omerta isn't a Mafia oath of silence, like so many people believe. It has nothing to do with Cosa Nostra. It's something else, related but different.

To under stand Omerta, you must understand Sicily. You must understand that Sicily has suffered through invasions and occupations for 2000 years.

That teaches a hard lesson - that the state is the enemy.

For a Sicilian to look to the state for justice or revenge is to a fool, to be called infame... a renegade rat.

You want justice served? You want vengeance taken? You Want honour restored?

The you do it yourself.

That is Omerta.

When blood calls for blood, you answer the call.

And you answer it alone.