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When Tony was younger, before he realized how worthless Senior really was, he used to idolize Senior. Senior had trained him in the art of the con from a very young age.
Tony remembered a high class party, almost a ball, that senior had hosted one year. Tony had watched from the sidelines in awe as Senior used his suave conversation skills to bifurcate the guests leaving a path open behind him for his mother to follow along.
His mother had been wearing the most gorgeous dress and Tony had wished that he was like Senior at that moment. Of course, it wasn't long after that that Tony was old enough to understand exactly what Senior was doing to people.
While he'd been forced to learn the art of the con, he'd sworn to use it to help people and not to hurt them like Senior did.
